Industrialization has crippled the globe
Nature failed as technology spread
And in it's wake, a market erected
An entire city built on top of the dead
And you can finance your bones and your kidneys
For every market a submarket grows
But best you be punctual with making your payments
Lest it be you on the concrete below
A lonely night at the burrow, it seems. I've four pampered piggies and the soundtrack for Repo! The Genetic Opera to keep me company. Plans got changed on the fly and my looked for company had to postpone until tomorrow. IM is quiet and I've not fired up my IRC client; I just don't feel much like reaching out tonight. At this point, I need to check and make sure I've got clothes for tomorrow so I know whether I need to run a load of laundry. I -think- I'll be okay if I wait until tomorrow.
Hrm. Yeah, I just need to call it a night, before I get maudlin. Again. G'nite.