Delve into the mind of Teala, I hate everything.

I hate everything.

The dog shit on the living room carpet, then a few hours later he went upstairs and was sick on the carpet.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!