You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.

I’ve been kind of a dick lately. Not sure why but I’ve been grouchy, touchy, waspish, more sharp-tongued and critical than I am usually even.

A couple of times in the last week I’ve had very minor confrontations that put me into full fight-or-flight mode. I was able to maintain mostly. Didn’t want to, though! I suppose all this monkeying around with the dopamine mechanism can’t be helping with stuff like that.

I’ve made some pretty rude replies to email too, and my “talking shit on people in an entertaining way” thing just needs to stop; wish I knew how.

It’s a measure of how nice my family and friends are that I very rarely get into any kind of confrontation. Also that I don’t drive 100 miles a day any more. Tomorrow I get to drive into L.A.; that should be good fodder for road rage. Hope I don’t get shot.

On the whole I’d prefer to be saintly. I mean, I’m already celibate. Can’t I be really sweet too?

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