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I just don't feel like doing a fucking THING, today, except lay around and watch Doctor Who and, Cosmos. I've cleaned, sorted laundry for tomorrow, done dishes, and DAMMIT, NOW have to actually venture forth for a pack of damnable fucking cigarettes. Yes. I know.

At least I can take the mail keys with me, to see if this little gem has arrived.
$2.99, people. $2.99!



ETA: IT CAME! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!

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Pretty much every molecule of me is smiling, right now.

Life is good. Long live Peter Fox, the smartest cats in the world, and basil parmesan soup on a winter's night.

@#$%^&! Cold Steel kick ASS so hard. All throughout, of course, but 1:35 or so makes me just gasp with delight. Also, that male back-up singer is some sort of an Action Figure/God, there. What.


Oh, Freakin' HELL, yeah:

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OMFG, THERE HAS TO BE AN EASIER WAY TO DO THIS. *points to icon*