i've started to feel a little paranoid.. do i look it?

something antsy, like maybe real ants, you know, crawling under my skin. anytime i start to do something physical i break out with the itchies. maybe i need to take a shower. well, that's what tomorro's for.

back to work. btw work sucks. but i do my best to survive. i don't want anyone telling me i look too homeless and it's time to shave my beard so i might actually entertain some minimal manscaping to stave of managerial bearderference.

apparently due to the writer's strike, beards are trendy. my beard isn't about writers in the union getting paid.. it's about me moving to an outhouse sized cabin deep in the woods so i can follow huckabee's example and eat squirrel out the popcorn popper.

at first i was all hill cuz she's got mad experience, but i was swayed by my most influential political advisor.. my brother clyde. he all bama. so after some thought, i jumped the hill ship and am now a bama backer, but really i don't have a super strong feeling about either of them.. i'll prolly go bama when it's primary time and then, acourse, whichever dem wins i'll support. them's just the facts.

kucinich's a vegan tho, yo.. great that the candidate most popular among the tinfoil hat crowd (as described by many a journalistically tenured no account loser hack). i'm not all that political. i have deep dissatisfaction with the human race in general, but no one seems to care what i think.. my thoughts are not changing the world on a grand scale in any case.

which i think is a shame.

i'm melting.