OK, so the let's pretend we're all better campaign dissolved like the bubbles in the bowl as spurt, spurt spurt declared "bring on the antibiotics ". Thanks to my relentless lover we did the office visit in a flash and by 2:30 the cipro was doing its work. Nice try, kick-the-can man and all praise to our physician.

The thing about a crazy stretch of time is you feel saner than your surroundings. Not equating a couple of normal pisses in a row with sanity, but any resemblance to broke-dick launches projections that picture the edge-up to suicide <-grand hyperbole. When it's when the planet is slightly askew, the jubilee from getting back to basics is like watching Joanie self-exam. OK son, nice job learning to tie your shoes now let's get to the church so your wedding's on time.

Still relevant:
Like the actor who never performs with an audience the gatherer of shapes and colors exercises the part of the brain that's prestigious. The anxiety about losing any cognitive ability needs no elevated place for slipping in the shapes and colors network. Lethargy is inevitable but test patterns where ideas used to be are the dreaded humiliation. <-- from 2010.