guess what? chicken butt

First beans, now chicken. Am I having a smorgasborg of insults hurled at me for any particular reason?

Ah, well, perhaps I am taking it all too seriously. Maybe beans and chickens are terms of endearment. Perhaps these are all just words of love from some stalker I have acquired.

Stalk me baby!

Or wait, is stalk too synonymous to celery? I've been called a piece of celery before. Is it wrong to be tall and skinny?

Now I am all self-conscious.

Actually, I am trying to deal with video game flashbacks. I have been playing Half-Life for the last hour and I am now finding ghostly images of monsters... and I am shooting at them while I am writing this.

Ah!!!

Perhaps I shouldn't be left alone so much. It gets lonely in here. Perhaps I am starting to talk to myself. Who knows, I can't tell whether it's my inner monologue I am hearing or my voice.

Well, I guess it's off to see a shrink.