Sitting here wishing I had an outlet. I wish I had an outlet. Then this magical genie or djinni or efreet or afrit or whatever appears. I really wasn't paying all that much attention because I really wanted a houri. The gas dude in the middle eastern get up tells me about this wonderful publishing tool called 'blogger'. I told him to fuck off and that I already knew about it and next time he should bring a houri.