Oh, Fuck.

Here it is 3 AM on Friday and I'm up writing a paper for my records management class on the GPEA (a real party, lemme tell ya). It's due by 5 PM, so hopefully I'll get it done, but things aren't looking so great right now. I'm out of red wine and am eating Chex outta the box, listening to "Freedom isn't Free" from the Team America soundtrack, and I'm real bummed that Kill Bill Vol. 2 probably isn't gonna be nominated for Best Picture in February. Scratch that, now I'm listening to Motorhead! Maybe Lemmy will inspire me to get typing on federal records management initiatives, but I somehow doubt it. 15 pages in 13 hours? I think I can do it, but I'm a little worried...no..a LOT worried. Oh, shit.

Death by "self-abuse"?

I'm highly amused by all the keeeeeee-razy conservative backlash to the new Kinsey movie. It's always fun to see these folks all riled up!