We are neat little machines. - 07 Jan 2008 03:05 am
Everyone around me has been sick since the middle of December. I've thus far managed to fight off the wraithlike tendrils of disease which rise from the world about me. There is a slight scratch at the back of my throat, but I roar and raise my sword in the air, causing the foul beast to step back in uncertainty and something bordering fear. I imagine myself muscular and bronzed. I am He Man. Of course.
I saw Charlie Wilson's War last week. It is excellent and important. -Tyrus Peace