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Dammit, I wish I could draw. I keep coming up with these wonderfully complex scripts that I could never in a million years pull off, try though I might. Grr.

In other news, I hate being fucking female, and the monthly curse that entails. Why couldn't I have been born without a womb? Couldn't the higher power (Chance, if nothing else) have seen fit to give some poor well-deserving motherly soul my fucking curse? Someone who could actually use it. I'm as likely to take up mollycoddling my eggs as I am to...become a devout Christian. Or something. I don't know.

And now to sport. Phillip?

Yes, we're crossing live to the table-tennis as we speak...

Thock. Tock Thock. Tock Thock. Tock Tock Tock Tock....

"Oops. My bad."

Point to Yugoslavia.

Does anyone know if Yugoslavia is still a country? I'm sure it's not. Still, it's a fun word to say. Like quibble, or furtive.