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Sorry there was no story about poop and time travel last night.
I had a migraine hit at about 8:00, and it got progressively worse until it knocked the shit out of me.
Even during my customary "wake up at 3:30am" moment, it was still kinda there.

Bleargh.

All better now.

In other news, I should really shave. It's like I'm growing a really shitty beard right now.
In other other news, I'm off to make coffee.

benjamin

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Sweet Jesus, the time-travel/poop story is really running away with itself. It was supposed to be about a page, maximum, but I've already written over that much and haven't even gotten to the poop.

*sigh*

It'll probably get posted in the morning, if I finish it tonight, as we're off to see a movie with Friend Rob, complete with dessert afterwards.

First Draft Preview?

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            When all was said and done, every imaginable scientific theory about time travel ended up amounting to approximately 1 (one) hill of beans. After all, if we're going to punch a hole in reality and disregard all “laws” of physics, then the way it’s done and the resulting effects can scarcely be expected to do a damn thing they’re told.

            Even the “inventor” of time travel—who to this day wishes to remain anonymous— said, in his Newsweek article entitled “I Had No Idea What I Was Doing,” that there was absolutely no explanation for what he had done, nor did he ever expect there to be. The side effects, he went on, would hopefully baffle mankind forever, as he personally had no wish to know “why the hell all this crazy stuff happens.”

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b