Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes.

I have no idea where the hell my copy of Tails is, because the case is here, but the cd isn't. I'm getting pissed off. I'm talking to Leviathan, and we're discussing the album, and now I have a hankering for listening to a bespectacled folky singer, and I can't. Balls.

So tired.

I know I should be sleeping, but for some reason, I am drawn into this online conversation where Levi, with every shot of rum he ingests, is further butchering the English language. It's actually quite amusing. I'll get back to it, then.