I think it says something that I was trying to get Angry Drunk...

...yet couldn't manage it. You're all safe from Severity today. My boot is up my own ass, where it had to go to kick me in the head. Over and over again. I'd wallow in self-pity, but then I'd have to clean it up.

Oh, yeah. A late night musing: good thing chronarchy doesn't have ten more years of age, scar tissue and general hero-dirt on 'im. I'd be in serious trouble. The way that man agrues a book review just...oh, never mind.

Sheesh. Glad agrnmn is sleeping at home tonight. Back to work now.


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