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I woke up this morning somehow convinced that nobody likes me. It was probably a dream where I was being stalked by Christopher Plummer. Well, I think we were both playing characters as it was very cinematic. I was trying to blow up a factory and I blew up a large chunk of Southern California in addition, somehow sparing myself even though I was still in the factory. Anyway, had I blown up Southern California I'd expect some people to not like me, but as that didn't really happen, I think I'm just being stupid.

Moo-Cow is sleeping on an old pizza box.

Also: Creighton University is in Omaha.

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I got my eBay painting today, and it is beautiful. Rich colors, wonderful texture... I kiiiiinda want to lick it, but I shan't. I don't like where I hung it, though, so I'll have to come up with a new spot.

has a small quadtych up on eBay now, and it'll take everything I have not to get that one, too.  It'd look wicked awesome on my dark blue wall.

In other news, I need to quit smoking. Again.