Dear Diary: I came to a decision last night: I am going to start hitting back at all the mounting, unfair, criticisms of me. It is stressing me out. Here I am -- one of the supreme intellects of the world -- being insulted by idiots who couldn't find their way out of a paper bag with an arrow pointing to Exit. I have asked Eric the Withholder to make life very difficult for such people. I will raise this again with Doctor Rink, however his usual advice is to smoke less pot which he says is making me paranoid. But enough about me.
