You ever just know something, even when there's nothing to support your theory?

Maybe you even get some new evidence, and it completely contradicts what you believe. But you still know that you're right.

I think that the faithful would call this, um, faith.

Dammit, I'm right about this, and there's not a thing that you can tell me or show me to convince me otherwise.

"But what about all this evidence to the contrary?" you might ask. Probably planted. All of it. Or maybe just imagined. Either way, it's not real.

I find myself faced with two choices. One, I'm insane. Two, somebody is fucking with my head by planting conflicting evidence.

I think Occams's Razor would apply to this situation.

Meanwhile, back in the outskirts of Normalville...

I broke the electric window switch on my Monte Carlo today. The part will cost me over $100. For a little plastic switch with chrome paint on it. Good thing I've got all this spare money laying around and burning holes in my pockets. Not.

I've got to burn a day of vacation on Thursday so I can take all three cars to get emission tested and get new stickers for my license plates. I'm so not looking forward to it, but at least I'll be able to go out on Wednesday night.

I've heard from several people that the new exorcism movie sucks. I kind of still want to see it, but that's mainly just to spend some time with VigilanteGirl. She hasn't bailed on me yet, but the week is still fairly young.

I got halfway through this Dead Lines book and now I've lost the damn thing. I really hate losing stuff. It's even tougher when I consider that I live alone, so it's all my fault.

Well, guess I've killed enough time. Going to go watch Big Brother now.