Clones, plasmid phones, and Norah Jones

Shit bricks. It's now 1pm and I've packed nothing, forgot to have hair cut and meh. Twas all I could do not to play bioshock *shakes fist*. My head's a bit messed up today, Ed suggested some possibly things I could do, including an industrial phd. I'm sure I need to get away though. Plus at this rate I'm gonna be a lard bucket for the holiday.

Note To self: Keep a journal on holiday. I'm a little worried my blog is turning into a diary. I lie, I'm not worried at all. I hate it when coffee shops have argumentative talk shows on, we need Super Norah to the rescue.