it's me, scott.

have you ever been walking down the street, or the halls of your office building, and seen this really friendly-looking, nice person, and wanted to just put a grocery bag over their head and beat them like a pinata?

that is the best metaphor i can think of for how i have felt for the last few days. (and. don't think i'm a violent person or anything, because i would never beat a nice person like a pinata. i just feel angry all the time, and confused, and just generally fuzzy in the head.)

in fact. let's think of better metaphors.

have you ever. woken up in the middle of the night, and looked at your clock, and it said "9:30" and thought "oh crap, i'm late for work!" and started getting dressed, and then walked outside and it's dark? and feel really confused about why it would be dark at 9:30, and then remembered that you took a nap after you got home from work, and it is really 9:30 at NIGHT?

that happens to me all the time. but. that's besides the point! that is kind of how i feel all day.

okay. that's much better, and not so violent. i am much happier with that metaphor! (although. i would still like a pinata! hitting donkeys with a baseball bat until they leak candy is such a funny idea. mexico or spain or whoever invented this sort of thing obviously has a warped vision of normalcy.)

um. let's see. thanksgiving! turkey! i don't really like turkey! it is like dry chicken. maybe i can convince my mom to make chicken, instead. or, chocolate cake. having a big chocolate cake for thanksgiving would be so much better than turkey. i think that is the way the settlers would have preferred it, had they found any wild chocolate cakes to hunt at the time.

that is dumb. i am dumb.

love,
scott.