Geoff and I were just driving home discussing the recent break up of his brother and his long time girlfriend. The subject of my being crazy came up and he described to me what I sound like when I go off on my strange tangents where nothing can satiate my need for or to complain about things. This is what my bitching sounds like to him:

-I want a Detroit area phone book with the “N” section cut out, on fire in a hoola hoop

-I want an alligator hanglider

-I want sunflaps for my fluorescent windchime

-I want a kangaroo hiccup with pajamas to sing me yankee doodle dandy

I have often times heard myself during these bouts of irrationality and I will be astonished at my inability to stop. Just as I am realizing this, Geoff will ask me “do you hear yourself?” and I will say, “yes, I’m sorry and I hate it but I can’t stop”. It’s awful, its like I have to make a negative comment about everything for like an hour and then everything is right with the world. Does that ever happen to you?