Good day today...

I saw like 40 deer,

pet a puppy,

gobbled at a 6 turkey pile up in the road,

played with a horsey named Rex,

played with a pot-bellied pig and talked to him like Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura,

and

I'm a little bit drunk.

On the cover of the May issue of Bizarre Magazine

Siamese Mice

"It's good but it's not right."

A lighting fixture falling from the ceiling bonked me in the temple this morning and now I have a headache, a numb face and the possibility of unreasonable crying is imminent. My powers of comprehension are also compromised. This was evident in a phone conversation I had with the bank this afternoon. She was trying to explain some shit to me about my credit card involving daily averages and math. I kept telling her I'm not understanding any of it. She continued to re-explain it to me 5 times, each time using the same words and I kept not getting it. I hear the words dude, but I don't understand their meaning. Repeating the same explanation over and over has no effect on me but annoyance.

Maybe she has a head injury too.

The desire to point out the stupidity of others is strong.

But I refrain....

Good quote

Buffy: Hey Ken, want to see my impersonation of Gandhi?
[beats demon to death with a club]
Lily: Gandhi?
Buffy: Yeah, he was really pissed-off.

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I'm starting to think I have some real anger issues. Most times I'm left alone for too long I start to steam. And too long isn't really all that long, like an hour. Maybe today's just especially bad and it just seems like most of the time but I'm pissed off.

Fortunately or unfortunately my anger just comes out as a bad mood and a complete lack of motivation. I'm going to try some art therapy. If that doesn't work, I just might have to turn to the drink. If you're pissed then get pissed.

I AM SO TIRED.

If I can finish the dishes before an album plays out, then I have accomplished something grand.

I'd give myself a high-five but then I'd just be clapping.