I am having one of those days, those days when one is randomly filled with the white-hot rage of 1,000 suns and could happily play mailbox baseball with the heads of those who annoy. Or so it feels. The election-focused ethos probably isn't helping.

I feel like standing with my boom box in the air a la Say Anything, pointing it at the big round world, only the boombox should be playing Run DMC's "You Talk Too Much," so loud that apartment windows in Russia rattle. GRRRRRRRRRRR.

Luv, Misanthropia