If I am truly crazy, don't you know I like my life that way

I can't decide. I want to post about the debate between helping the Virginia Tech murderer before he lashed out so viciously versus just admitting he was evil and the killings are his fault, and his fault alone. I want to post about the (huge!) chest we (mostly, ok pretty much entirely Bud, but I was the assistant!) built for Georgia and Peter this weekend. And how Bud FREAKED out when he thought Copper was chewing some of the building material. But it only ended up being scrap wood. And how I could not stop giggling, remembering his face. The look of horror on his face when he thought Copper was destroying some MOLDING! Or maybe just write about something funny, insignificant - something about how good it felt to drive with Bud to his office yesterday. To pick up some materials for his trip. With the window down and the radio up and my bathing suit still on under my clothes because it was warm enough to go to the pool yesterday. But see, this is how it always is. So instead I thought I'd give you a glimpse into the mind of someone who has not one devil on one shoulder, and one angel on the other. But. Four angels dueling with the devils on one side and a handful of little green men on the other, throwing out details of no consequence. Details that make it impossible to get off the couch and start my day sometimes. And don't get me started with the trolls in the back of my head who are just yelling for all the noise to stop godamnit so we can get some sleep. Or the soft siren song that says to make another cup of coffee and just relax. OR! Or the ever-present clock that keeps time by saying, Wasting your time, tock, wasting your time, tick! So that when someone tells me it looks like I haven't done much in a day, I just want to wipe the perspiration from my forehead and say, you have no idea. *Title - a song lyric by Pat Green