I fiddle with things a lot, and I chew on my fingers a lot, so I keep fiddling with my new ring necklace, and that on top of the fact that I was just playing guitar means that when I went to chew on my fingers, they tasted like metal and not, like, Iron Maiden, but like…rancid pennies, and then I was feeling grumpy about it.

And then I realized that all my problems revolve around me having the apparent maturity of a four-year-old.