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Ah I feel it. I feel the power! The power of the internet is upon me. I can feel the ones and zeros coursing through my vanes! Today the thing I have repeatedly claimed that I was going to get has finally been gotten; a wireless router. I write this not from a smelly library, a noisy cafe, or the all together depressing vibe of school, but from my couch. I am watching 2001: a space odyssey with Ryan and genuinely chillin'.

Hopefully this means I will be more inclined to post, not having to go out of the way to do so. This may have mixed results, which begs the question; do you feel lucky? well... do you... PUNK? You could be having a shitty day and, noticing that I made a post thought, "hey, that Randall's a cynical bastard, maybe he said something that'll make me feel better." But NO, turns out I had a great day and posted about happiness, cheer, and flowers and shit. Now what? Now you feel let down and even worse than when you started. But keep in mind that the opposite could also be true. Say, for instance that your day was so rad that it shit awesome. You might see that I posted and think, "hey, that Randall's a cynical bastard, lmaybe he said something that'll make me feel better." and BAM! I hit you with a sob story about how my entire day was spent thinking about my far-away love in Austrailia and drinking my own tears, recycled through a filter to remove the salt, while constantly hugging and petting my cat against her will.

It could happen. Read at your own risk.

Thank you and good night.

-Randall