I don't know why, but every time I switch off my computer after reading this message, I just get
images in my mind of the whole thing exploding in my face.
Then, sitting with blackened face and slightly burning hair in the remaining shell of my bedroom, I say; "Welp. That was ironic." *
Sometimes the images are worse than the voices. oh, for just one moment away from the voices...
* and then Alanis Morrissette appears in the corner with sixty billion forks and a can of soup. she's crying.