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The world is turning, and I can see it.

Colors are mixing, and smoke is swirling, and it is so utterly beautiful as to be beyond any imagination. The snow shimmers, and the snowflakes make me dizzy with their twirling, and it's such a beautiful dance as to be beyond belief.

*sigh* So lovely.

And yes, I've both drank and smoked a bit too much. So lovely... Just so very lovely.

I want Sophie, as well.

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Hangovers are hell. Pure, utter, concentrated hell, with nausea and headaches. Someone tell me why I don't remember this before I get drunk?

Then again, if my mother comes back up here, I'm going to be getting out the vodka. She's decided that my having a girlfriend is absurd, ignores it, and is trying to convince me to get a boyfriend. *snort* Sure. Like that's going to work. Then again, if one has a twisted sense of humor, there is a certain level of ridicule to appreciate.

Oh, did anyone else listen to Dubya's speech last night? I loath the man, I really do. He's got no sense whatsoever, and gets that sneer on his face so that there's always the impression that he's on a power trip. Wait. Did I say impression? *sneer* The incompetent Idiot.