So, in the interest of correcting my sleep cycle, I'm still awake, and hope to maintain that until I can crash out at a somewhat normal hour like 8pm or so.

For breakfast I"m eating re-heated gyros meat and I'm not being sarcastic when I say it tastes phenomenally good. I'm serious, call in agent mulder. It's an unexplained phenomenon. And have him bring that dish Agent Scully with him.

In other news, my MMA event has still not downloaded completely, which makes me wish I had functioning network television so I could have ordered it on pay-per-view. And anything that makes me wish I had television I will regard as an unquestionably bad thing.

So I've started reading a comic called "transmetropolitan". It's really good. It's produced by two guys who normally have to do superhero men-in-tights comic books, but have gotten famous enough to produce whatever they want. So their masturbatory 'art' piece is transmetropolitan. And it's good like masturbation.

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