Do you know that goofy distorted look you get when you look at your reflection on the back of a spoon?

Our neighbor when I was growing up in Mexico look liked that. He was a pretty ugly man.

I don't know why I thought of that today.

I must be working too much.

I had a horrible headache today. That is until Sara walked on my back. Those feet are magical, I tell ya.

The revisions are moving forward. I hate seeing the comments: "You need more analysis here." I have written 350 pages. I will just write down what people said and you do the f***ing analysis!

Yeah, I guess I am kinda cranky. I want to be done with this.

I am still missing a conclusion. If I don't have one, you think they would notice?