( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So I guess, according to the gold plaque that just showed up next to mine outside my door, I have a roommate.

Damien Thorn, whoever you are, welcome to the crazy I guess. My bedroom is the one to the left of the living room in case I'm not there when you show up. Trust me when I say I need easy access to the fire escape, and when we get sound back you better not snore.

In other news, can anybody tell me why someone would think that keeping a music store open right now is a good business venture? I know that the people who are from here are morons but this is bordering on downright retarded ludicrous.

Y'know, on the one hand this is annoying as hell, on the other I've gotten a shitton of work done on my book.

Also, I'm pushing for shitton to become a legitimate metric measurement.

This is a dream..a nightmare. Isn't it? where am I?

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The Gentlemen. That's what's causing the giant mute button on the whole city. And this is a bad, bad thing.

So. Uh. I have to ask you something. Does the name 'Justice League' mean anything to you? I do have a reason for asking this. If not, this is going to take a little bit of explaining, so I just need to know how much you already know.