I was certain that I had blogged about this before or at least posted on Friendfeed but given all the "Star Wars" hoopla, I have the Jedi leitmotif/Force theme stuck in my head.

In case you don't happen to have Thorazine or Haldol lying around, you can always use a finger up the butt to stop intractable hiccups.

Given the postmodernist/postcolonial filter through which I was exposed to English literature, I've always been wary of taking authorial intent as the end-all/be-all of textual interpretation and deconstruction, but it's also true that Hermione Granger's skin color was never mentioned in the text, as pointed out by the author herself.

It is easy to feel rejected because of the fact that people weren't able to modify their schedules to accomodate me trying to drive up about 400 miles in order to see people I haven't seen literally in years, but, yeah, some people have farther to travel that day, and what's another few years more, I guess. People grow apart. It happens.

It's official. I have hypertension, which is more simply known as high blood pressure.

And all the world’s weight is on my back and I don’t even know why.

A pleasant respite. I’ve forgotten about unicorns. Bill Gates can suck my…