Wednesday, November 11, 2009

up, DOWN, uuuuup, DOWWWWWN

Each day, my psyche hangs in the balance. I stand on the precipice of "valued contributing member of society" and "bed restraints and padded rooms" at any given moment. I know it, you know it, and we joke about it all the time: "Hahaha, Jaded's crazy." But, no, really, I am.

I suppose the scariest part of that revelation is that I see myself going crazy. There's this sane part of me that stands outside of myself and watches the crazy part of me slowly lose it. During this descent I'm powerless. I can't do anything to stop it. I can only sit there and I watch as I go crazy.

And I suppose the real question in my mind is... how much longer before the crazy takes over the sane and there is no more "functional" me left?


I don't want this brain anymore; it's defective.

*smooches...wondering why Wednesdays make me so melancholy*
this blog post was brought to you by the fact that Sancocho Wednesday had to be canceled because my job sucks big donkey dick.