My Brain

My buddy Ian says that I'm being a whiny b&^ch for complaining about my lack of attention. Well, he didn't say that exactly, but I know what his big brain was trying to convey: all that big thinking he normally does just serves to exact total confusion inside of my head.

I wish you could see my leg twitching right now as evidence. I would put up a webcam for you, but I have other associations with it, and in my confusion, it might cause me to do something that would either throw me in jail for a few months or cement my destiny of never holding a public office for as long as I live.