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My thumb hurts. Very badly. It also seems that every piece of technology I touch falls apart. Lovely. Luckily it also seems I have a knack for figuring out complexities. Very Lucky. And lovely. Well, no, not lovely. Quite sucky actually. And my thumb still hurts. The other thumb, not on the hand of last night. Waiting waiting, burning bright. Where's the tyger? Meh, I'm hoping it's because I'm dead that I dispise life so much right now and that I don't dispise life so much right now because I'm dead. Why is there always a party but never a party? I really am dead.