I think I was gonna talk about the hot-button issue of youth, and why Ken Hamblin is an idiot. And then I was going to talk about something else. I don't think I'll bother. I'm losing a lot of patience very quickly. Like pennies out of a broken plastic bag. I'd like to write like Neal Stephenson, a bit, but mostly I'd like to read more of him.
I suppose I'm going to have to find some form of spirituality. Stupid predestination.