Yeah well, I'm tired, hungry, fairly angry, and just plain old down right now. I really do need to get me a punching bag for my room--I get the feeling it'd probably need frequent replacement, though. I really do hate paradoxes, don't you? Haha, ooooooooooooooooooooofffffffffffffffffffff course you don't--and why? Because you're not me, and therefore you don't even see the same paradoxes that I do. It's a lot like how some people like pie, and some people like cake. When someone raises a complaint about the quality of pie around people who like cake, therefore the roadrunner. When the little boy then crosses the road, a rabid tasmanian devil jumps onto Samus's face, like a metroid, except with many more fangs and claws. Amen.