I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom.

This sucks. That post I wrote today took me like a half-hour. It was really long, full of funny anecdotes about waiting in line at Kinko's (or better yet, FedexKinko's), and having to wait at Peet's coffee for like four hours before the thing I had to go to Kinko's for was ready. I mean, it was a really sweet post. Probably my best in weeks, that I know of. It had a collection of short, identically-heighted women dressed as elves/gnomes, and a master-salesman named Zig Ziglar. It had a sign, found in Peet's Coffee that said: "This Concession Area Closed." I made friends. I influenced people.

Dang. I'm gonna miss that post.