Five confusing and/or random statements:

1. When it rains, it pours. And this is no commentary on the current torrential state of So-O.

2. There are so many things I want to say, but don't say, but should say, but can't say, which makes me think they're better off left unsaid. So I store them in my cheeks, like a flippin' hamster.

3. I can't help myself. It's as if the nerves in my fingers detach themselves from my brain, and even though everyone inside of me (emphasis on the everyone) is saying "No! Stop! Don't do eet!" I do it anyway. And then as soon as it's done, and I'm looking at my handiwork, it's then that I realize those lurkers inside of me know what they're talking about. I should have pulled a Paul McCartney and just let it be.

4. Page 153 was the TSN turning point. I thought I was doing okay until GD page 153.

5. I like the way it all fits horizontally.