Welcome To The Madhouse

So, I've recently learned this past year that...uh, well...in a nutshell...I'm insane. The good news is that most people are insane to some degree, and my particular kind of insanity has the surprisingly delightful benefit of attracting a rather creative yet intense cadre of personalities into my midst. I am grateful. For both their creativity and their intensity. However, being immersed in all that creativity and intensity does require that I rest periodically and do something benign with my brain like...uh, well...count the whiskers on my cats. Or something like that.

These days it seems the only mind-numbing activity I find at all intriguing is consuming a pint of Haagen-Daz Vanilla Ice Cream. Which does happily lead to a brief cessation in my obsessive manner of thinking, however, that luxuriously peaceful--yet somewhat frigid--state is inevitably followed by a state of being which can only be described as...uh, well, the "sugar high". The "sugar high" as many of you know tends to lead rather rapidly to another state of being which can only be described as "delusions of grandeur".

For the physicists in the bunch: Vanilla Ice Cream + Consumption = Pleasure. Vanilla Ice Cream + Consumption + Time = "I Can Write The Great American Play In A Week" Theory.

So, my first goal of 2010 is to continue to acknowledge on a daily basis that I am indeed insane, and that Vanilla Ice Cream is not the answer to my problems, and that, in fact, I have very few problems, the least of which is that I do not, in fact, know how many whiskers are upon the faces of my cats.

Until we meet again...