I have written and rewritten this post about thirty times, and every time it sounds too flippant. So I’m not going to bother writing anything detailed or in depth. Fuck it. I feel like someone slid the hook from “I Know What You Did Last Summer” into my stomach and with superhuman strength forced it towards my throat. Or I feel crazed and in control of a passenger jet. But mostly I just feel cold, and cruel, and hollow, and vengeful and actually partially dead. There will be no more posting tonight.