I'm Black. From Outerspace. Outerspace made me Black. You've got to love me black.

I'll tell you one thing. I'm not quite ready yet for writing a blog or anything. Don't get your hopes up, men and women. Don't get to feeling that things are all going to be okay again now that Mandy is back blogging and shit, fuckwardly flopheads. Because it isn't that simple. I did happily find the missing glove in my pair of fingerless gloves that my grandma gave me a few years ago that I think belonged to her or to my grandpa. So now I can blog in the winter. The only thing holding me back before was cold hands or gloved fingers. Now I have ungloved fingers and warm hands at the same time, timothy. Great going for me.

I saw Walk Hard some time in the last 2 hours. It was pretty funny. I also really liked the songs and I have deep deep and strong heartfelt feelings for John C. Riley. Strong, deep, hard feelings.

There is a xylophone player here at the coffee shop where I am eating broccoli cheddar soup and drinking a vanilla latte. When you eat soup with fingerless gloves in the winter with a xylophone player in the background it makes you feel like you are back in the oldenest of days. Olden Times, even. Ye Olde Times, you might even say. How do you spell xylophone? I'll look it up later to make sure I'm doing it right. I'm only sure about the x part. The X-factor.

The xylophone player is very young and looks like noah wylie. I shall tip him handsomely upon my leaving. I shall leave when the battery on my laptop forces my departure. I shall depart upon my leaving. The xylophone player is making me want to go home and get started on my pinano playing. I got a piano for christmas. A baby grand piano. I mean, a big nice expensive electric piano. I bet there is a xylophone setting. I'm going to play some great xylophone songs on my new piano. Today was really good because I had no work but also really bad because I didn't leave the house until 4 o'clock or wake up until 11:00 and I couldn't stop playing sudoku. I couldn't stop. I could not stop. I would not stop. I wouldn't and also I could not. It had me. It had me at 123456789. I'm going to record myself playing sudoku and make a song out of it. I'll call it CANNOT STOP PLAYING SUDOKU:THE MUSICAL. It will bust blocks. Bust Blocks!!!

Also, when does the t.v. strike end and when does the holiday schlock stop on t.v. and also when do they stop giving me t.v. for free? I've been warned that I'll no longer be able to use my rabbit ears to get free t.v. sometime in January. Is this the truth? What will I do? What can be done about it? I am so worried about this. I am pulling my teeth and hair and nails out about it. There are bloody teeth and nails and regular hair piled in piles in front of my rabbit ear t.v. now. piles and piles. I can't get a hold of myself over it. I'm chattering.

Sometimes people clap when the xylophone stops playing and sometimes people don't. I tend to clap when others do but once or twice I did and no one did. I'm embarrassed from this.