You may be noticing a discrepancy in the dates of notes.
It is because I am a dumbass.
Well, this site doesn't quite run like a well-oiled machine if I don't run like a well-oiled machine, and if you haven't known a person with a dental abscess, well, you know one now.
Now think about a person with as much pent-up rage as I have being subjected to said abscess—read: IT WASN'T MY FAULT. I brushed, I mouthwashed, I flossed. I didn't floss with British precision, but I didn't not-floss to the point where... ugh. You'll read about it later.
For now, enjoy your regularly-scheduled A Lush In Rio, already in progress.
You can't get rid of me THAT easily.
...Whose pig heart piece I couldn't get to display properly. We can't work on the problem just this moment, but we will try and fix it by next week.
I plan on spending my day tomorrow on Wall Street, selling sheets of cardboard and tin cans.
Glitches, glitches. I blame the schools. What the fuck is F3? Workin' on it!
...To recover from five sleepless nights worrying about, as Ed. W. Mars. called it, "Fucking Disaster '08."
Catch you tomorrow.