I woke up this morning feeling Broken. The Downward Spiral that was last night is a foggy and Fragile memory. Looking at myself in the mirror I see a Pretty Hate Machine, and decide that I need to straighten my hair a bit. The comb With Teeth doesn't do much good. Heading downstairs I see four apparitions before me, I name them Ghosts I-IV, then try to give them the Slip. I'm thinking that I should just start over, a new Year Zero. Perhaps before I do, I should trim my Nine Inch Nails.