Had one of those days that starts off with the Big Big Panic because the alarm button on the old-fashioned analog alarm clock that nevertheless beeps wasn't quite all the way up which led to running around and a lack of tooth-brushing but trains were caught work was done money was earned and now shirts must be washed and bicycles must be ridden into the country dark to quell the mania that turns the head into a balloon with a big smiley face on it and I suppose that means the medication is working but for all I know it could be God squeezing a blood vessel in my brain waiting to see what happens when I crash into a ditch because my eyes have gone all sparkle-popped and I can't move my feet anymore but he'd already know what would happen because of that whole omnipotency thing he's got going on.
I'm just saying.
