Hi guys and dolls.
So in short:
Vacation = a surly harlot.
Deadlines = a gaseous giant.
Computers = several boorish madmen.
Money = an invisible musty stench.
Family = no chance of parole.
Voice = wrenched.
Me = trying to please god and/or man and/or monsters.
Deadlines + Computers + Family + Me - Voice - Money - Vacation = A ferocious, mentally retarded chicken that likes to pluck out my eyebrows and then glue them on backwards.
But not to worry. I don't do Hudsucker moments anymore.
This moment of lucidity has been brought to you by the lack of REM cycles and viable purpose and may dissappear after the editor reads this and proclaims, "Back to the steamy depths from whence you arose!"