if a big ol' syringe of cortisone were to assert itself into presence, i would know there was a god - and, so knowing, would really, really, impale myself on it. i have never been so itchy in my life. it is early in the morning, and what to cover myself in next as a futile attempt to rehumanize myself i know not. meanwhile i am online for a reason, i'm trying to package and ship my e-mails and other important files over to school.