So I had my Nutjob Appointment today.

At the nut hatch autism doctor. We talked for a while. (I conveniently neglected to mention that if I want to talk to the president I just type something and that people on TV are talking to me. Instant lockup.)

And he had me take an intelligence test with his buxom assistant doctor woman. I so completely aced it. I finished it and then I'm all like, "When's the test start?" and the doctor woman is fingering herself and she say "I want you baby, Mister King. Me want your genetic code like now."

But on the note of people on TV talking to me, please know that I do not receive television signals at my house. And I generally no longer catch too many shows on the internet. It's just too emotionally disturbing to try to read into things that people are saying. There's a 50/50 chance that I'll get it wrong. From now on I respond only to explicit YES/NO, ON/OFF queries. No offense to anyone, and I certainly didn't intend any if ever I was crazy in response to people on TV talking to me.

I like your shows; it's just too weird and too freaky to try to gain information in what people on TV say. So let's just not rely on it, ok?

The past four years have been real rough for me. Real stressful. Forgive me if I pissed anyone off. The stress was just unreal.