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I thought about writing about the really good Boston Creme Pie I made for my meeting tonight. I don't have an exact recipe . . . I just kinda cobbled it together with several other things I make . . . cake . . . vanilla creme . . . ganache.

But, I'm in a funk. I'm not sure if it's me . . . or if I can blame someone (multiple someones?) and not be accused of scapegoating. I'm thinking it's probably me. But, I think it might be easier just to blame someone else. Maybe what I really need is some external validation.

Then, I thought about writing about a thought I had while watching Tony Bourdain tonight. He featured this chocolate dude from Spain in his show tonight. While I drooled over his creations, I was amazed at his comfort and intuitive knowledge of when the chocolate was just right. And I thought to myself . . . there is never going to be anything I will ever be the best in the world at doing. It must be an awesome feeling . . . like Phelps winning all those medals . . . or this chocolate dude confidently working the chocolate . . . bending it to his will. Kinda humbling to realize you'll never be the best in the world at anything.

Which isn't helping my funk any.

So, I did what any good internet junkie would do . . . I searched YouTube for funny John McCain videos. You should search "angry john mccain song" . . . although, since the latest jib jab . . . I can't look at the man without thinking about the big swollen gland on his face.

Imagining how deep my finger would go into that gland doesn't cure me of my funk . . . but it helps.