You know, it's been one of those days. Cvs hell/ signoff hell/ process hell/ rush hell/ people hell/ everything. Too much to do, and all of it top-priority urgent. But it's all okay, because I'm fucking magic, no matter how bad it gets. I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons.
All of which (those slashes) reminds me: I did some fantastic freeform poetry the other night, sleep deprived and slightly mad. Hot doggerel.