Am I just that big of an addict that I have to say something? Dunno. Am I just that starved for interaction? Probably...not that this really counts.
Tangent time: Mencken once said: "The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is naive and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen driven to despair." This is the quote I keep in mind whenever I rant about the stupidthings I see, and then someone asks me why I care. I care because I do not like seeing the state of things, and I dislike even more the complacency I see to those things. Why is it so hard to uinderstand that you are free? You are free to hate, and free to speak out about it...you don't have to sit there and sigh and say that it's just the way things are...you don't have to take it like a bitch and deal. As Goddess once said, "I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I have come to tell you that you are free."
Well, enough of that. My options are now to either surf the Net with wild abandon, or play more Morrowind as Di sleeps peacefully behind me. I have a feeling option B will win, soon enough.
Hopefully, you are all, for the most part, sleeping peacefully.