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so here i sit, sippin on my 591 (mL that is) of Mello Yello, and wondering how long it will take before the certain, impending doom of kidney stones hits me, and trying to remember the last time I hugged my Zord was..you can't win Ivan Ooze....5:42 P.M. basketball game tonight....do I go? Am I to suffer the same fate as so many others before me? Am I to go out there and risk life and limb?!?...to pollute the stands with purple?....my mind speaketh, and it sayeth...nay dawg...nay...dont ask me why it does that....5:55 P.M....happy hour....the quiet hum of the computer tower seems to have the strangest soothing effect on the soul, like the softest pillow of mechanical mechanisms, working all in time, lulling me to sleep....that coupled with the fact that im sitting in the dark and all that white pony i've been riding, i think i fell asleep just now....5:59 P.M.....recovering from the strange reccuring dream of wearing lederhose in a vat of sour cream, the blinding wave of photons emitting from the liquid crytal computer moniter(dont touch it josh) only serves to steal my gaze back to it, like a squirrel to a bug zapper. A blank text box ready for my mindless ranting for others to indulge themselves with...i press on....6:07 P.M....well im putting up our christmas tree tonight...its artificial of course....ah the joyous occasion of lost instructions...the cozy touch of fake pine needles piercing my flesh..the fufullment of my cat braving the heights of the tallest object in the house and knocking it onto the sugar cookie candle, setting it aflame..happy holidays friends, happy holidays...6:20 P.M...i have to clean my room tonight...a neverending abyss of darkness, i dare not face it alone...there is an evil there that does not sleep and one does not simply march into my room...it is a place of fire and ash...and the very air is a poisonous fume...not with 10,000 men could i do this...it is folly....we'll see what goes down...6:28 P.M.....i noticed my big chat dizzle is down...must of been those freakin keebler elfs again..they just came out of the trees man...out of the trees...ill get you keebler elfs.......ill get you. im out