Ok, maudlin self-introspection over. Just for the record, I'm not a suicidal manic-depressive loner with a gun fetish and old scores to settle.
Because, you see, I don't like guns. Everything else is accurate.
But anyway, I'm actually quite normal a lot of the time, providing I've had plenty of sleep and I'm not at work.
Sometimes, committing keyboard strokes to monitor when feeling under the weather can imbue some (ok, all) of my posts with a violent surge of introspection when all that was there before typing was a minor itch in my head. Monday's post - it was a Monday, after all - being a case in point.
So that's that. It's a gorgeous rainy grey evening in August. I sense fun ahead.