I feel good this morning. I'm sitting in my room, wrapped up in a fleece blanket with an Incredible Hulk motif. There's a space heater humming at my feet, and I'm wearing my new burgundy corduroy jacket. It's a nice jacket; it makes me feel like Roger Daltrey (in a good, pseudo-fashionable way, not in a screaming, hairy, "I take copious amounts of drugs" way).

I know a person with the last name of Twitero. I have decided to marry him. Our son will be named Conway. (Hick Joke Alert!)

I take copious amounts of drugs. THEY'RE ALL WASTED!