My head is like one of those 'found object' sculptures, where a bunch of mismatched broken-off bits of different types of pain that were lying in an alley have been semi-randomly welded together. (That image came to me at about 3:00 yesterday morning, right before I gave in and took the Nyquil. The metaphor that came to me after I took the Nyquil owed a lot more, aesthetically, to the climactic scene from "Raiders of the Lost Ark.")

The changes to the default lj urls are really bloody annoying. Thank you, IE users, for making things that much more annoying for the rest of us.

Ah, Snopes feed, you warm the cockles of my heart, you do.

And, since everybody else is doing it, ( Ten Ways of Knowing that I wrote this fic. )