AWWWWW FREAK OUT!

But I can easily convince myself that I believe the lyrics to in fact be

AWWWWW WORK OUT

Which I just did for the first time in a while.

And it was just as wedding appropriate as Chic. I shaved so it's now the fabled Hazlewood mustache, plus Cerrone burns and hair that encroaches upon my chastity.

I am going to try and do this daily. I think the off switch to this particular spell of depression I've been on since returning from Portland has been found, and it is the realization that in no time I will have to present myself to New Jack City.

My dad asked me a while back if he felt I would prefer if he were here more often or less often, and I just looked at my shoes without feeling like I could even call it a gaze and said I didn't know. I think I do know now, and it's less often. At least in these precious moments of mania, when all I want to do is rip off my skin like it's some archaic cocoon.