I am angry, this cannot be helped. The anger is lovely, like the stench of shrimp left out overnight. I am not in charge of these feelings, they come from Zogg, who is my true leader.
I am growing more fur than ever. I am wearing a shrunken vest. There is an interaction coming up in the next few minutes that I am not able to have without foaming at the mouth. There is not so much more to say. I want to go home and draw demons.
I will eat bananas and fried chicken tonight. Only the tan foods.