I'm not sure if it's the botched-up job that the TSA did on reconstructing my exploded head and returning my brain, but I'm not feeling so good today. To borrow Johnny Weir's terminology, "I don't feel my inner peace today. I don't feel like my aura is white today. My biorhythms are a little off. I am black inside." I think I probably need to take a little break from cyberspace. I feel like I've misplaced a part of myself in this expanse of code. Sometimes we forget that on the other end of our words are real, live, breathing, feeling people (ourselves included). I just need a little dose of 'reality.' Maybe a little Corvette and retail therapies will help.
Y'all come back now, y'hear!