Well, it's finally happened. Or
Well, it's finally happened. Or rather, happened again.
I've snapped.
Gone buggy!
Holy Psychological Disturbance, Batman!
Shut up, old chum! You'll disturb the leeches... in my tights.
I suspect I need a break from this mayhem of writing and ideas and putting myself in the Macy's window. Bit too far out there. Not prudent. Can't have that.
Just when you think you're starting to get over something...baff! comes the knock on the head, and you're down!
I think I need to spend some time in the old orgone collector, yes indeedy.
