Oh man am I in a foul mood, dear reader.  Holy shit.  Everything sucks today.  As a last resort, I tried to take a nap, and that didn’t even work out.  I think I’m starting to go a bit sideways.  I spent today wearing a smoking jacket, cowboy boots, no pants, chain smoking out of a 6″ cigarette holder, sipping whiskey from a snifter, and inexplicably speaking with a southern drawl.  I have also developed romantic feelings for Marie Osmond and as well as several local newscasters.

N.P.: “Isolation” – The Tea Party