Amuse me, O Interwebs.

Make me laugh, blow my mind, piss me off, dance like a stoned test-bunny...but for the love of god, do something. Else it may come to me singing hack opera out of this 13th story window. Again.

And no one wants that.

I don't know how to feel about some of today's developments. Awake and jittery at two a.m. Enervated, every synapse tingling but thoughts all fuzzy ( Read more... )