I feel like since you went through all the effort to type in that extra stuff you really deserve something special. But I don’t have anything at all interesting to say right now (and, for a change, that is going to stop me). Seriously, I have written and then deleted my Misery Manifesto like seventeen times in the last half-hour and come to the conclusion that this particular moment in my chronology is best left unchronologized. Yes, I know that is not a word. Fuck off.