Probably am just depressed, cause it can't be that all the people I meet are knuckleheads. There must be some reasonable explanation for that. Please, God, make it so!

Man, I'm feeling woof today. The sky above London is a sunny place, my ass a pitch-black one, and the mind is somewhere in-between. Just as the last samurai, I would have killed if I fought with a real sword but unfortunately all I've got is the Lucas' lightsabre crapstick.