Before anyone calls a psychiatrist, I would like to formally announce that I am not crazy. I can’t be crazy, because I sit here all day wondering if I am indeed crazy. Therefore, I am not possibly crazy, because if I was crazy, I would just be crazy and stop worrying about it.
Furthermore, this is not my Jack Nicholson “Shining” moment. This, my friends, is what happens when a song gets lodged in my brain. Case in point- “Words” by Missing Persons. Somehow, the chorus (correct lyrics or not) got stuck in my head last night. Pretty clever, if I do say so myself, the birds are flying overhead in ‘missing man formation’. Get it? Missing persons? I probably should stick to making things I don’t have to explain…..
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