They Want to Feast Upon My Broken-Opened Pate

Head cheese, lies, and pox upon me. My girlfriend seems to be on the verve of breaking up with me, and my nerves are frayed to the fucking swollen and exposed dime-thin dentrites. But, more importantly, how are you doing? I want to find some hobby or activity that I could just drown myself in... I got an update on a few people... lots of speculation. Hope the G-man is doing okay. It's okay, I am a likable guy... right? I won't become a lonely tear stained brick-and-morter outhouse in the middle of a drab Montana plainscape, right? I need sleep.