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So Vonnegut died yesterday. I did always like his books (though Slaughterhouse-Five wasn't my favorite). Reading his stuff sorta felt like getting shot in the face with a double barrel blast of words, but in a good way. Ah well. The upside of authors dying is that it's easier to catch up on reading all their stuff. Yeah, I'm a bastard.
So I've had this idea for a while now: Get someone addicted to cigarettes by surreptitiously placing nicotine patches on their body, gradually increasing the dosage over the course of a few weeks. Yeah, it's a little disturbing. I find it hilarious though. Hope that doesn't make you think any less of me. Anyway, the other day I mentioned it to my fiancee and she just starts laughing hysterically. It's good to know I'm gonna marry a woman who's got a good sense of humor. I just hope she still finds it funny when I show her the empty box of Nicoderm.
Fooled you! I'm not interesting! NOT AT ALL. I am, in fact, very, very, boring. You can tell 'cause I like to use commas. And 'cause I notice things about punctuation. I like the punctuation. But not grammar. No, don't get me started on the grammar.