I Want You to Take His Face… Off
No, no, I’m not strung out on drugs and wearing Nicolas Cage’s face. I certainly have not gone undercover as the malevolent Caster Troy. And under no circumstances will I be singing Elvis tunes while John Travolta shoots me with a spear gun. But I have most certainly not been feeling like myself lately. I was pretty horribly sick on Monday. Since Tuesday I’ve mostly been feeling the after-effects of that, and slowly getting better.
What is it about the Winter that makes it so hard to get out of bed in the morning? Is it the warmth of being wrapped up in a huge blanket when it’s 45 outside and 7:15 in the morning? Is it because I stayed up late to watch Conan and still have no recollection of actually having watched more than five minutes of it or turning the TV off and going to sleep? I’m willing to take a position that says yes to all of the above possible answers to the first question.
If you are confused by now, my name is The Raging Tech, and I’ll be running for President of the USA in 2020.