Just another birthday celebration...

I logged on to compose another verse of the "my father is a motherfucking bastard" operetta, but I lack enthusiasm. He's a bastard, he treats me like shit, and my birthday is no real reason to expect a reprieve from that. Lather, rinse, repeat.

MRIs apparently have a soporific effect on me. Slept through nearly the entire thing, after twelve hours of sleep last night.

Ima go get back to falling apart now.