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So my thumb was bleeding and the only bandaids I could find were patriotic bandages and now after opening the wrapper of FREEDOM I've got AMERICA wrapping its way around my thumb and AMERICA is restricting my freedom of movement which you could say is ironic except with all the bleeding it's more of a loss of irony.

Oh, sorry, was I supposed to be making sense? Maybe tomorrow...

Insomniac diary.

I love thunderstorms. I delight in the growing clouds, the breeze blowing in those first few drops of rain, the thunder rumbling, the lightning crackling, the feel of the air, the scent of the rain and the thirsty ground, the energy...

But I must say I'm not particularly fond of being awakened in the middle of the night by a loud noise close by and the smell of something burning.