“Somebody kill me please! Put a bullet in my heeeeeeeaaaaaaad.”
I don’t actually want to die but days like this remind me of that Wedding Singer song. I didn’t get left at the altar but I kind of feel like I’ve been left out in the cold, lost with no way out, or no way of comprehending a way out because my brain has lost most of its cognitive function.
The word bullet then reminds me of Firefly – “Put a bullet in my brain, squish.” Poor River, at least I’m not crazy. Then again, would I rather be crazy and a genius or just crazy? I feel like going crazy now. Maybe I’ll get a bit of work done and actually get a believable result and things won’t seem so nuts.
