Day after...

Despite copious amounts of non-election coverage TV last night, I still slept like crap. Wasn't the wind this time... just plain old tossing, turning, and getting my throat walked over by a cat. Moreover, I wake to a country that now has the batshit-asshole leader of the Conservative Party in charge.

Yay. Go Canada, true north homophobic and pro-military presence.

I'm going to have a breakfast that involves watching a movie with excessive violence, language, and xenophilic overtones (but in the basement so no one can report me), work on my commission piece (while I can before art gets restricted), chip away at my homework (as I sink so low into debt that no career can get me out), maybe even RP a bit... all the while thinking dirty, bad bisexual thoughts AT THE TOP OF MY SYNAPSES.

And if anyone wants to try and argue politics with me, don't. Just don't. There's a difference between having a political agenda and just being in a fucking bad mood at the closed-minded-fucktard state of the world.