slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (Default)
i ended up going, "omfg i need to sleep in my own bed," and my dad and my aunt gave me some money. dad dropped me off at the LRT (train) station, i rode to the university, then caught a cab home. i hung out with my roommate a bit, took a bath, drank some tea, putzed around on the computer. all of that took me to right now, nearly 2am, and i'm going to crawl into my own bed and get some much-needed sleep.


slaughterhouse: misc: vampires & zombies & racoons (Default)


It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like, "Poo-tee-weet?"
- Kurt Vonnegut

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