Platitude Paradise

I always loved that line in "The Mask". This post won't be nearly as cute and endearing as that movie was.  This is not going to be pretty. I strongly suggest that anyone who doesn't want a reason to smack me right up the side of my head may not want to read any further. I'm about to share something that, if I had a brain in my head - or an ounce of self respect - I would lock in a vault and pray nobody ever found it. I need to understand what is happening inside my head right now, and it seems like I can't always do that without laying it all out in the air and letting the sun dry all the damp, moldy bits ... you know, so I can take it all in. See it as a whole. Not all intertwined inside the folds of my grey matter. I am standing in a room coated in a thick layer of insidious gas ... like say, ether ... and a couple of flint rocks rolling around together in my hands. It's like I can't be happy unless I have something to obsess about. Som

Is THIS me, or what? Well ... maybe not so intelligent or quiet ... but the rest fits. Oh, I don't think you can smoke thistles, so maybe not that, either. Crap ... even my metaphors are flawed these days. It's cloudy ... and cold. The truck is supposed to be fixed today ... providing nothing else breaks in the process (like the caliper did when Hubs tried to bleed the brakes last - costing us an additional $120). We are supposed to go camping tomorrow ... providing the weather holds. I can't find my tail ... prolly fell off anyway. I'm totes NOT... 'okay', that is. Although, I will tell you that any hugging is done at your own risk. Could go either way, I might freak at being touched ... or I might dissolve into a snot flying, projectile tear fest of a melt down. There's really no way to know which it would be ... I might recommend a 'no touch' policy ... for you