Which is frustrating when I’m trying to be witty and wicked and clever and deep and urbane and wise.
These days, however, the bar for being a madman is shifting around so quickly, it’s tough to keep track of.
As I said to someone the other day, I had always hoped that when the hallucinations overtook me they would be more entertaining than this! I wanted Escher or Willy Wonka or Dali. Even Jackson Pollock.
Instead it’s work here, stress there, work AND stress there, and a government that more and more resembles a Three Stooges movie.
Wait.
My apologies to the Three Stooges. They were far, FAR more organized and sane than our current government.
The point being that I’ve worked hard for my collapse, I’m tired of waiting for it, and when it gets here I want it to be entertaining, not boring and scary.
My fellow Americans – we deserve a better class of nervous breakdown!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 