Spewpewpew Part III

I'm not sure if I'm sick and twisted, but I am really enjoying this warm Tecate coupled with going over bank statements.

Does that make me ill? I would think those two awful, terrible things combined would be a combination of devastation to any normal human being.

I guess not.

That is besides the point.

There isn't a point, really.

Next point: Those of you who have seen me over the past few months may have noticed some changes.
I think that recent events leading up to the entire mouth-cancer scare event (which, I still haven't had a cigarette, by the way) triggered some strange desire to destroy.
When I drink, I break glass things. That don't belong to me.
I've never done this before.

It is so weird.

Is it possible that a simple statement could be so overwhelming as to trigger incredibly destructive behavior?