Seriously, the time on the server is almost six hours ahead. I’m a fucking prophet right now. Today, there will be crime in Atlanta. Today, people will bitch about gas prices. Today, will feel generally no more dismal than usual. Except I start a new gig tomorrow, so that is good news.

Last night, I had an odd dream. I was lusting, and I mean having an unhealthy lust for Miley Cyrus’s ass. Like I know it’s not really that impressive in real life, but in this dream, it was magnificently perfect, and presented right in my face in a suggestive manner. And I wanted it very, very badly. Miley Cyrus, huh.