Stuff I Have Said (without context): Buffalo Bill

"Life is suffering, friend. Suffering and drunk guys wanting to make suits out of you."

Stuff I Have Said (without context): Mock Persecution Complex

"Do you really think I have the kind of business savvy needed for my own business? If yes, I feel that is an ethnic stereotype."

Not dead; just the flu.  Madness to begin again soon.

Stuff I Have Said (without context): My Hair is Now Full of Secrets!

"Yeah, I hand out comment cards."

Insomnia Chronicles: ALL WILL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!

So, I possibly, possibly ruined a nearly 400-day accident-free streak in my work area.  I will not confirm or deny this for fear of unmasking my true identity.  I am so embarrassed by the incident (don't worry, I am fine, physically) that I feel I need to re-earn my self-anointed title as king of my work area (yes, king; who the fuck wants to be queen?).  How will I do this?  FEAR, motherfuckers!  And who does society fear most?  THE INSANE, that's who!  I mean, look at Kim Jong Il.  That man is scary as shit, and it totally works for him.  I'm about the same height as Mr. Kim, although he probably has bigger boobs than me at this point, so... I've got to start terrifying those bitches at work into submission, using insanity.  So far I haven't figured out any ways that I can act crazier than usual though, other than begin to dot my i's and lowercase j's with hearts were I ever to express, in writing, the sentiment that I am not my coworkers' mother, because if I was, they would have all bee aborted.  Oh, and start drawing smiley faces with fangs.  Oh well, it was a good plan before I couldn't be more inventive.  Back to the drawing board.