I think all the goop in my head is finally taking it's toll on my brain. Didn't write much today, mostly because it's sunny outside and I can't stop staring out the window, and mostly because the Clinton guy has been trying to talk to me all day.
I'm thinking of buying a banjo and sitting on my front porch singing "don't want no crazy man comin' by, oh no I don't."
I'm actually a lot finer than I thought I'd be. He's all trying to tell me how I got the whole thing all wrong and my thinking isn't right. Um. Ok.
Anyway, the sun is shining and I think I'll go home and make a long list of why I like myself now.