I'll give you a theory of change. Let's start with your underwear.

Those left standing will make millions writing books on the way it should have been.
-Incubus

There is a feeling in the pit of my stomach. My immediate response is to use the word "bad" or "ominous," for poetic reasons. But after a moment or two of contemplation I think I might have to go with "big" instead.

Things are stirring.

Things that haven't moved in a long time. There is some cracking and bending and everything is out of practice. It's very exciting... But a lot of work and pain lies ahead. I fear that my winterguard might be the first to feel the wrath of what is coming. Shortly after that, my ego will most likely be the target.

The mission, if I choose to accept it, is to push that waste of conscious aside to make room for all that now-mobile stuff I mentioned earlier.

Now George Michael is singing about faith in the background. I am almost ashamed that I can't decide if I like this original better than the Limp Bizkit cover. Don't shake your head at me. I'm not afraid of being trendy.

I need a favor. Your favorite posts of mine. I'd like to link them. Highlight my brilliance a bit.

This has accident written all over it. But if I do crash, make sure to take pictures...

because at least we know my underwear will be clean. I just changed them.