202. ...and then it was clear.

I was in a god-awful mood yesterday. You can thank your lucky stars that I am not a god. Sadness and woe would've come raining upon you and every-other living being.

So why, you ask, was I in such a sad sad sad state?

Good question.

I had no idea why I was plagued with the extreme blues until I drove home. Something about the cold crisp air reminded me of a dream I had the night before. Then it was so clear, and my mood was completely forgivable and understandable.

I was Bill O'Reilly's lover. He treated me so badly, and yet I liked it. He wanted me constantly and frequently. I was very turned on and flattered.

I woke up in complete disgust and self-loathing. The experience was so awful I blocked it until the drive home.

Bill O'Reilly??!! Wow.

Excuse me while I leave to go vomit.