Today I have been mostly feeling like Judge Dredd ordering people to have a good time, because the last few days of mood readings on this blog make me sound like a sorry sack of shit, and I assure you that things could not be better.
Unless my subconscious is screaming out, trying to get me to listen to it and understand the vast and hollow void at the heart of existence, and the only way the subconscious can express itself is in the form of daily blog posts mainly chosen because I really like the pictures.
But what does that arsehole know? Party on, dudes.
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