There's an age-old paradox, maybe it goes something like this;
What happens when an unstoppable farce collides with an immovable asshole?
Nobody knows, but being determined to find out, my friends and neighbors have decided to spare no expense, and have somehow chosen to hold the experiment at my place tomorrow, and while I can understand why they wouldn't want to wreck their own places, I can't help but feel that it was inconsiderate of them in some ways. It seemed that I was outnumbered in the decision, and I helplessly watched as they planned a disaster.
I don't really have that much nice stuff anymore-- things are just wearing out really, and there's never time to fiddle with it all, but still, the place is already a mess. I wonder who will help me clean up after their experiment, or will there be anything left to clean?
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The age-old paradox is old for a reason-- it had never been challenged. Nobody knows what will happen, but the 'unstoppable' and the 'immovable' sound like a mess all by themselves, even if they never collide.
Anyway, I'll not be posting tomorrow, because there will be so much chaos around here, I don't think it's going to be a productive day for anyone. A DEstructive day, probably. They'll call it an 'election', but it's not any less worrisome by that name.
Wish me luck.