How many of you want to wake up in a bathroom lying in what you HOPE is a pool of your own filth?

Some spambot that only recently discovered the wonderful series of inter-connected tubes that is the interwebs has been leaving comments to my posts stating that I have great graphics and am very informative. If you're researching nervous breakdowns I suppose I am a very good reference source otherwise, I think I might disable comments from mice if I get any more of these.

Today I was driving across town to drop off my timecard that job. THAT caused me far more stress than I think was reasonable, just getting up the gumption to leave the apartment is difficult some days. I'm doing my best damned impression of a person not participating in the human race, and yet people keep acknowledging my existence and throwing off my singularity. Like today, when I ran into Kroger to get some bread and the U-Scan wasn't taking my change.
"Quarter-change-slot-dammit," I mumbled as I fed a quarter into the change slot for the third time only to have it spit back out at me once again. Cute indie-boy buying equally important stuff at the next U-Scan over caught my eye and smiled. I rolled my eyes and decided to forego exact change. Before he went from bemused to afraid.
Then later I was taking small dog out for a quick stroll when the neighbor (who knew my name-first and last, how is that again?) came over to formally introduce himself and shake my hand. Ahhh! Human contact, now I need to act like that doesn't cause me to have irrational thoughts involving washing my hands not because I fear germs or contact from other people but because I'm a lunatic lacking the ability to have rational thought processes.

The best and happiest moment of the day came when I was out driving and actually DID turn on the classical rock station right before the instrumental part of Layla started. Then I heard Believe in Kroger and The Waiting on my way home. Three rockin' pieces of tunage-and I heard Jenny. Why, you'd think I was listening to the radio or something. That was the highlight of my day.

Upon my return home I started to watch my Strangers With Candy DVDs. I was eating popcorn, laughing and being thoroughly amused, listening to the audio commentary and everything a person does with a DVD for about three hours. Then, a new episode started (the one with Buddha Stalin) and I felt so dirty. Just-like-how sick am I that I've been enjoying this sickness and twisted worldview so joyfully for three hours. (Jerri Blank voice) It's just more shame.
So I turned them off until I've overcome the shame. When that time comes I'll resume watching until that need to shower returns.