You know, there's a number of issues I could address here. But I'm not going to.
I'm just gonna say this. I have suddenly realised, a good hour or two after getting up, that last night I dreamed that a genie gave me a wish. And I wished for GIANT VK HAIR.
World peace? Feed the hunger? Kill all the stupid people? True love? Riches? No. Two foot spiky hair like I just walked out Final Fantasy the umpteenth. It defied physics. Hair gel that could do that could be used in the construction of a fucking space elevator.
It did, however, look well cool.
In summary then, I hate my brain. There are times when I wish it would just leave me alone.
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