Sometimes

I doubt myself, and then I hear country music. At that point I realize that if those kinds of songs can make it and those singers are successful, then everyone has a chance.

This was the (somewhat bizarre) thought that kept circulating in my head at the Wisconsin Film Festival last night. The film we watched really had nothing to do with country music, at all. This thought process is just an example of how delusional I get when I'm hungry.

Another example is the fact that I decided last night that I would not be going out tonight (also irrational). You see, I sometimes get this insatiable hunger (hormonal?) I had been eating all day -- I'm a grazer, meals are for when I'm too busy to graze -- and before we went out I made a substantial bowl of cheerios. Not very exciting, but I figured cheerios are supposed to have everything one needs for fuel, well they don't. Hunger consumed me until about 2am when I made a mad dash to T-bell only to find that 100 other drunks had the same idea, THE NERVE. I ran from T-bell yelling "I can't do this, I just CAN'T do this.." and ended up finding pizza for the third time this week.
Of course I'm going out tonight, like I can resist those mugs. This photo is titled "Hands to Home" and that is my thug face and, yes, Mike always has his tongue out. Time to go make some food and stuff myself until I'm uncomfortable so I'm ready for the mayhem that is Mikey and Carlita. The plan for this evening is as follows: eat, drink, and be merry, damnit.