I have a list.

• Whatever caused me to have a restless night full of weird dreams, and only drop into good, solid sleep at seven this morning can ftfo.  

• This guy.  This guy can fuck off with the nuclear fission pile of the submarine he destroyed because he was "feeling anxious," "wanted to go home early," and set a fire in a box of oily rags set on a bunk.  Aw, poor widdle fing couldn't handle the pressure of painting!  I'd rather the little fucker spent the next fifteen to twenty years in prison than on welfare.

• Last, but not least, this: how can anyone come in and justify stealing a collection that a 91 year old man spent 80 years amassing?  The guy's gonna live maybe ten years longer--leave him alone, and then go in and confiscate it.  Leave him his least years to enjoy it.  Because I'd bet everything he has was legal to acquire when he acquired it. 

Lots irritating me this week, little energy to tell it to fuck off.

Oh, and one more thing: thinking I had enough coffee for this morning, and finding out I didn't can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.