My mind is seldom idle, much to my regret, but it is nevertheless the devil’s playground. My brain, however, is a festering lump of dysfunctional neurochemistry and electromagnetic randomness. This does not make for a happy playground.

Almost took my exit today, but was inadvertently saved by a call from an old friend who was pleasant enough to let me ramble and rant without simply hanging up. Better than tea with the Queen any day.

Thanks, Donna.