I am experiencing an overwhelming revelation in this very moment of what a wanker I am.
This is tripartite.
1 (setup) Sitting at computer listening to music. (Warren Zevon, Play It All Night Long.) It comes to my attention that I Must Potty.
2 (initial realization) Hey, I can take my music with me because I'm listening to my iPod (because I was too lazy to plug the computer speakers in, and could reach the 'pod).
3 (full realization) And I just blogged that.
DEAR LORD, I AM WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICA TODAY. IT'S ALL ME.
AAAUUGGGHHHH.
I think, in penance I should go mano a mano with a badger and a razor. (Yes, making it worse by referencing my own earlier blog posts. I'm an unstoppable force of twittitude.)
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And, I still haven't gone potty yet. YES, I am the biggest twit ever. I'm going to sit here and wallow in my own twit-ness, once I've come back from the potty. But first, I have to put bold tags onto my numbers, so they'll look nice once they're posted to my blog.