I somehow feel personally responsible for all of this.

Wait - I am responsible for this.

Fucking fate/destiny/motherfucking thing.

This is what you get . . .

On a ~~brighter~~ different note, What Donnie Darko Means.

Gunn - thanks for the invite, but no can do. Not feeling well.

(And now I'm off the wagon, for those of you keeping score - but not by much. This is just really hard on me, and I don't much want to talk about it on-line.)