Can't You Hear The Grinding Gears? Think Think, Fluff For Brains...

Wife.
Mom.
Sis.
Dad.
Close Friends.
Faraway Friends.
Acquaintances.
Office mates.
Bosses.
Bloggers, Stalkers and Other Onliners.

Multiply the above by varying degrees of illness, apathy, unfortunate circumstance, insomnia, rage, despair, delusion and fettered distraction. Sometimes all at once. I so wanted to add "sauced" but I don't think many of them drink (except maybe the bloggers). Much.

Fellow mankind, not as seen on sitcom TV...sigh.

And then there is me... a bit wired, tired & mired in my mind...but not fired. Beware the cake left in the rain.

Although, aside from a recent rash of perpetual foot-in-mouth syndrome, I seem to be doin' alright and shaking things off like I'm in a rubber latex suit. And then my monkey sidekicks are happy and hanging from the rafters so maybe it's just a grown up thing.

Maybe I should throw them all in a pool filled with something soft and squishy spiked with spirits and let them wallow for a while. But then there's that whole thing about wretched excess. Suggestions?

Oh, yeah. If you haven't seen Kung Fu Hustle, you must. Even if you don't like martial arts films. Even if you don't like slapstick comedy. Even if you don't like subtitles. Go feel happy for a couple hours. Because I said so. :P

Bewitched, bothered & bewildered,
Simon