I think that, if it's possible, I may be reading too much Warren Ellis and listening to too much Tool, and it's awoken my inner wannabe Spider Jerusalem: I go from zero to
"I'm going to stomp your fucking guts out" much faster than usual, it seems.
The wind is blowing like crazy (notice how I didn't say "5 dollar Bangkok whore") today, and it's forcing eleventy billion metric tons of misery-inducing oak and pine pollen into my body.
