I mean, really. What’s the big idea, waking up at 3:45 a.m. on the nose for the third straight day? What am I, George Lutz? Honestly. Too much going on this week to go to bed at 11:30 and be insomniatic at a quarter to four.
I suppose it could be that I’m on the fifth day of my gluten-free/sugar-free/dairy-free lifestyle and I’m still getting adjusted; I miss cheese and milk and cereal and bread and Milky Ways. I like how I feel, don’t get me A) wrong, or B) started on the problems that processed sugar and wheat cause for millions of people and they don’t even know it. [Do a search on gluten intolerance to see what I mean.] I guess, as the Thriller has said to me on occasion in the past: I “just wanna be mad.”
Speaking of mad…Mad Men last night was one of those “connecting” episodes. They’re setting up something big. I wish it were a 2-hour show.
Anyway, j’ever have one of those days, when you just wanted to be mad? Actually, I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t, so you’d be the first.
But I won’t dwell on it. There’s too much to do, and besides, there are plenty of other places to read incessant whining. That’s why God made political blog comment sections, and the forums at ClevelandBrowns.com. So cool it, Finkly.
OK I’m STILL MAD. But look on the bright side of life: school starts tomorrow. Yay! I’ma go drown my sorrows with a cherry-vanilla smoothie.
PS – I guess my discontent could also be because….nah.