Where I come from you are only in trouble when the voices you hear in your head stop making sense. If they are rational, no problem.
Lately, my voices have started babbling. Think that it is time to seek out some help. Both physical, and medical.
More later.
Namaste.
that colds this time of year suck ass, haven’t I?
I am pretty sure that I have. The post nasal drip. The coughing. The dripping of crap out of my nose.
I am not amused.
And it is still raining out. My front lawn looks like the field from the opening scenes from “Little House on the Prairie”. And my neighbor was out mowing the four lawns that he mows. Last night. First he does his. Then he does the one on the other side of his, and then the one next to that, and the 2 across the street.
No, wait. That is 5 lawns that he mows. Idiot. With too much time on his hands.
Namaste.
