Not the Macaulay Culkin kind

I'm looking for an answer in every single room. Home alone, and all I see are problems I won't trouble myself to solve, but trouble me to the point of physical breakdown. They're not mine, but I'm still affected, and in the worst possible ways. A failing system begets a failing ruler who plummets all into chaos, clutter, and in one case agony.

Trying to kill me

not dying yet
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I've got that feeling of dread. Doom is upon me. Something is trying to kill me and I'm not sure how to handle it.

Chemtrails

CHEMTRAILS IN THE SKY
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I don't know if it was just exhaust from the airways above my house, but the grid of eerie colored smoke covering the sky the other night made me think it looked a little too unnatural.

The Playboy energy drink has the same color scheme as a Rockstar, a black can, and it sits next to the other Rockstar flavors in the cooler. By accidentally purchasing one, I'll accidentally give it a 6/10.

Starcraft 2 is the answer to my dreams and the cause of a nightmare of scheduling conflicts. I pencil others in around my play time...