Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 254 lbs.

It is pouring out here in good old Buffalo, NY. It is also cold, and overall, it has been a pretty crummy summer. People are driving home as I just did, in rush hour, with no lights on. At times, people don’t signal for turns either. One numbnuts in front of me merely stopped, lightless and without signaling his intent. Does he have any idea what a dork-brain he is?! Eww — I have such a pet peeve about stupid drivers, made worse by hormones! God, to be a man just for this week…if you are a man and reading this, you don’t know how lucky you are not to have to deal with the likes of periods and menopause or peri-menopause or whatever. Although I suppose that you do have to deal with spouses and sisters and mothers and daughters and girlfriends who want to rip your face off for no apparent reason every month around the same time. OK…perhaps that isn’t so much fun either.

But I digress. Did I mention that I am miserable? Did I have to?

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