I know. My last post. Suuuuch a doozy. Doosey. Doozie. Dew-z. I'm not even gonna worry about googling the spelling of such a word. Not even a little bit.
But yeah. I'm okay. I really, really am. I'm afraid I made too many people worry too much about me after that dewzieeee of a confession. I am in a much better spot than I was just a few weeks ago. I think it must be the winter holidaze (ha! get it? like, "daze" instead of "days") that leave me feeling like a pile of dewdee. Doodie. Dude E.
I am on a better path now. And that path is the path where I meet the Buddha and kill him. I just need to recognize the Buddha or else I might end up killing a bald Chinese man and then what? AND THEN WHAT?