This has been one of the roughest weeks on record. I don’t even remember programming the dishwasher last night until it ripped me out of bed at 5 am this morning. With so much to do and so little time available – I keep feeling a silent scream rising to the surface…like a dripping water faucet playing a torture game with my brain.
The Internet is forever and negatives tend to stick with your profile like fat on a midsection once you hit 40.
Once ripped out of bed I immediately had to jump on Twitter and delete a few choice rants from last night (directed at web hosting companies). For-the-record, I’ve been playing musical hosting services for about a year now, but could not chance having my rants featured in Google’s cache. The Internet is forever and negatives tend to stick with your profile like fat on a midsection once you hit 40.
Insanity harbors many disguises. It can make your brain jello-like and partition your life into cubicle mode until you feel that you can’t even take another breath. It is insidious and at the same time sublime. Life goes on with our without you, while insanity listens for a cue…