A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru
Cat People (Putting Out Fire)--David Bowie
You know, ya really wouldn't believe what I've been thru. Hell, I'm not sure I believe it, and I have the scars and pony bottles to prove it. But this isn't that blog. I'm not particularly unhappy, I don't feel sorry for myself, and I am most definitely not in the mood to throw myself a pity party. Those things are always BYOB, and the guest list usually sucks.
Nah, I'm just freestylin' here. When you're bipolar (I am) you tend to have a lot of irons in the fire. When you're bipolar and poor (I am) it's more like having a lot of forks in the toaster. Who needs ECT? Zap! Now, where was I?
Oh hell, I don't know. I think I was downloading a zip file of vector images for drawing cartoons. I want to sketch out a few storyboards for the Bad Hare Club, and I lost my graphic artist. (Whimper.) And combining thoughts here, how cool would it be to have a cartoon character who transports herself through time and space by sticking a fork in a toaster? Very cool. And very likely to get me sued if little Johnny lands himself in the ER playing ShockBunny. LOL--ShockBunny. I love it!
Son of a bitch. Something called Shock Bunny already exists. Thanks, Google. Not as cool as my ShockBunny would have been. I could go with SchlockBunny, but then the toaster bit wouldn't make sense. Ah well. Moving on.
I have a lot of stuff to do today, and yap yap yapping is not going to get any of it done. Yet here I am. Can I blame Jack Canfield, Steven Covey and the like? Seven highly motivated coaches turned my chicken soup to Cheez Whiz. My brain is the cracker upon which it rests... and nobody is paying me money to share all this gooey goodness, dammit.
(If you worked in corporate America during the past 20 years, you totally understand that last paragraph.)
Okay, seriously, I have stuff to do now.
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