Never underestimate the power of the spiked boot..

I'm sick.

Welcome to my existence for the last two weeks or so.

This is what happens when things go to well. You are abruptly forced to remember that indeed, life sucks. Turn a blind eye on such an obvious fact for a brief moment and you'll be granted a nice little reminder.

Pessimism. It's a glorious thing.

Nothing much actually going on. Things tread on, ever duller, day by day. Still, I am profoundly compelled to fill my little section of cyberspace telling the deaf world all about it. Because I can.

There is one thing, though, I suppose that is worth note.

I've gotten yet another guitar.

This makes what, three? Indeed.

The one in question on this particular ocassion is a Washburn electric/acoustic. (Nothing terribly impressive, but it's mine. Fuck off, those who would mock my musical glory.) That's what I get for "browsing" around the store before I take my lessons (at said store, of course.)

Meh.

Oh. And the English version of Final Fantasy: Advent Children comes out tomorrow.

It. Will. Be. Mine.

Then, the world can bear witness as my wallet bursts into flames, never to be seen again.

I'm doomed.

But then, wasn't I always?