"Forget it, I'm off to Moe's."

Seriously. What is wrong with people? What is going on? Saint Jen and Gus get friggin' engaged, a month ago, and I have to find out about it from Jen's blog? I call shenanigans on that one. Seriously, not cool.

I'm going home from work in a few minutes, and I'm going to have a pint. Nay, more than a pint: the pint-and-a-half of Guinness that has been eagerly awaiting consumption. I avoid alcohol when I'm angry or sad, because, like Lycan's decision to yank the majority of his archives, it pollutes the mojo.

I've moved beyond angry and sad to a state of mind that can only be described in the immortal words of a young resident of the great state of Colorado: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"