Okay...

So, here's the deal sparky...

For those of you who wish to come see Hannibal with us in protest of Stupid Heart Day we are going to the 7:10 showing at the Cinexplexodeon downtown above the den of electronic blips that is Gameworks. For those of you street oriented out there, it is on 7th and Pike. (I have no problem with romance. I have a problem with proscribed and brainwashed romance. Hallmark. Bah.)

For those interested in dinner before hand. Let us meet in Pike Tower. It is at 520 Pike Street, across from FAO Schwarz. (In between 5th and 6th streets) It has a decent lobby and that means I can continue working overtime until we meet. I'm figuring sometime around 5:30. This lobby is also nicely located between many food choices and the movie theater.

Come one, come all, the more the merrier.

Stupid....

Fuck.

I hate migranes. I hate it when my head is throbbing. I cannot stand it where I have to wear sunglasses inside because I'm too light sensative to be able to think otherwise. Arg.

Damn it.

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OKay.

I don't get angry often. Those of you who have known me for awhile know this. You know I don't get angry. I am now more angry than I have been in years. I am listening to Broken again because it is louder than the noise in my head. I wish to put my fist through a wall.

That or just cry until there isn't anything inside anymore.

Fuck.

I hate it. I hate it. I haven't felt like this in over four years. On one hand it is refreshing to feel this much emotion in one glorious moment. I can't call it positive. Maybe I needed this. I don't know.

Ag.