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I got home late last night and I went to bed. It was a gorgeous fall evening and I listened to the crickets through my open window. It was late enough there wasn't any traffic noise and a gentle breeze rolled in to keep me company.

The world is a beautiful place. Why do people exist solely to fuck it up?

So it's a cold, windy morning. The temperature plummeted some 40 degrees overnight. And it's snowing.

But this is not why I'm grumpy.

I'm grumpy because People magazine has yet again failed to pick me as its sexiest man alive.

Bastards!

In happier news, happy birthday, Harriet!