I'm pretty sure that I used to be funny and even happy. I'm not sure what happened to those days. I look back at what I wrote at this time a year ago (which technically doesn't count, because exactly one year ago I was quoting Fhqwhgads) and it was much more entertaining. Back then I was an actual blogger. My posts were chock full of links like a true blogger. My point of view was unique. I was more concerned with being entertaining than being profound. A year ago my page made me laugh; now when I re-read my posts it only exponentially compounds the emotions that I was feeling when I wrote them. They're not funny, they're not witty, they're not even insightful or goofy. They're just angry and angry and angry and more angry. Slowly but surely I'm affronting, irritating, and belittling all of my readers. If I continue down this path soon the only person reading will be me, and I'll probably stop too because I don't enjoy the dwelling on and reliving the emotions that catalyzed the posts. oh, and Happy Thanksgiving.