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"No need to report that to him until we have something to report! "

Bleh. Been bummed lately, and despite wanting to, haven't been out of the apartment much (or at all). Which is good in some senses, as for example, my apartment's cleaner than it's been in quite some time. But on the other hand, if a massive introvert like myself is feeling the need for more interaction, you know something's wrong.

Really minor things've been happening. My raise came though, but it's basically a cost-of-living adjustment, not a real raise, so I'm going to go argue for a bigger one. My WoW guild promoted me to an officer, giving me a real say in the administration of the guild. I saw a buttload of movies with Coliwali. I hung my periodic table up in my bathroom, so my guests can learn chemistry on the can.

Like I said, minor things.

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I eat the stale Cheez-Its of my soul
I drink the bitter bile of my love
For the Cheez=Its, my skull's the bowl
I suck the bile from a feathered dove

I breathe the poisoned air of freedom
But exhale it long before I choke
It beats in me, my kingdom come
Before we're done, my heart's a-broke

In the bitterest winter of content
I walk on glass with shoes de-soled
My feet of lead are quickly rent
And molten glass still feels so cold

I cry big tears to dry my shirt
I mar my skin with softest cream
I stab myself to cure my heart
I awake, to find myself a-dream.

Yeah, I didn't like it either. When my regular writing is so melodramatic, trying to be hyperbolic about it doesn't work.