That's got to be it.
I swear it.
I understand too much. And stuff.
It just occurred to me how much I need stuff. And things.
It's hot in here. Not "herre". Christ!
Heat makes me bitchy. And stuff.
My eyeball hurts nine ways from Tuesday. And that's all I have to say about that.
WOW!!! "[My] computer is now protected against new viruses!"
I couldn't care less about not my computer.
And it's hot in here.
I type faster here.