I am highly strung on the best of days, peevish, solitary as an oyster. And like all good misanthropes the things I hate most in others are the things I see reflected in me, my worst faults, my shiniest black pearls. I'm trying to be better. I'm trying to quit complaining. I'm trying to stop being so self-centered. It's not easy.
This isn't going anywhere that's not going to get me into a whole lot of trouble at home and abroad, so how about we all look at a picture of Winston instead: