After a week of having the muscles along my shoulder blades twitch almost constantly, I have been forced to conclude that on December 21, I will sprout wings and become an angel. This means a couple things.
1) I shall save the educated of the Internet. If you're reading this, feel grateful for your imminent salvation.
2) I hate people. I shall wipe out the uninformed and lemming-like people of society.
You're welcome.
(I don't actually think anything will happen on the 21st, but it's a nice thought to make this twitching bearable.)