I'm cranky and totally disenchanted with my life (isn't everyone?) right now, so I'll spare you the Teenagery Rant o' the Day. I'm in one of those "I-hate-the-world" moods, and if you want to read about those, go pick up The Catcher in the Rye.

Actually, for the love of God, don't pick up that book. I hate it, and I can't risk being responsible for any poor soul reading it and having the same reaction to it I did ("This sucks. Everything is in italics. When is this thing over? When is something going to actually happen? Holden's a jerk. God, this sucks.") I think that's a sin worth a couple lifetimes in Purgatory right there.

And no, I don't believe in Purgatory.