I just heard this for the first time tonight and I must say, I really like it.  In unrelated yet equally surprising music news, I’ve been listening to a lot of Dream Theater lately.  I’m not sure what that says about me as a person.

I’m not intentionally trying to become more eccentric as I get older; it’s just happening.

My face is broken.  Or maybe it’s just the way I hold myself.  No matter what I’m doing, it always appears to onlookers as though I’m just waiting for them to tell me what I should be doing.  I can be deep in concentration, or, more often the case, deep in eating my fucking dinner, and invariably someone will walk right up to me and make some asinine request.  What about me shoveling food from a plate to my face communicates “Help me help you”?

I found a leprechaun in my poop this morning.