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The idea of Eminem drinking absinthe is enough to make my head explode.

Other than that, my day has been full of ups and downs and side to sides of great mystery. Which dog was it that crapped on the rug? Who sent me ten rpg books? Where is my car?

Okay, so not really much with the mystery. But still. I'd like it to be, because mystery postulates solution. Reality simply postulates that eventually one will stand around and scratch one's head, thinking "Well, that was unresolved."

I need to get a haircut before I go to England.