Ah... Home.

I fucking hate Russel Brand for this. Not fair.

My broken rib and self imposed house arrest to aid in the healing ideally yielding less missed days at work have placed me smack dab in front of the computer. As a responsible adult, my drinking has only occured when accompanied by prescription pain killers. That's right: Responsifuckingbility. Pass it on.

I've pirated the fuck out of software lately. I've got a mission control set up here. Haphazard proxy servers, virtual machines, a fat fucking Intel processor. I just sit here and do shit. Download, modify, watch, listen, learn. I'm pretty sure this technology discovery was what killed my last good relationship and will kill any future relationships. [starts to cry, downloads porn, feels better].

I've lost the drowsiness that Vicodin brings. Now it's just the stupidness. That's fine. I haven't needed to be smart lately anyways.

Lieberman proposed a bill that gave the Executive Branch (Obama) full control to kill the internet. Yeah, that story even deserved to  be posted. Think about it. How much of the economy is fueled by the internet. I'll give you an idea: um... a fucking shit ton! Maybe on the last day of his presidency, before he goes to retire in the non-US territory from which he resides, he'll pull the switch on the interweb. Honestly, I'm pretty sure the Department of Defense owns most of the internet infrastructure and could be shut off by the government anyways. Not sure. I'm going off of what I learned 10 years ago in college. You know, the 13-19th grade.

I'm going to pass out. Hug a loved one tonight. Unless you're in bed with someone else's spouse/significant other. Then hug someone else's loved one. If you can't be with the one you love, you better believe someone else will take your place. Sleep soundly kids.

gooch out.