It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them---the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas. - Dostoyevsky

monday monday....so I am still here. that would be breathing. yes I awoke this morning to utter confusion. I suppose I dreamt I was somewhere else and possibly another person all together. In any event, I literally woke up to the sun and said to myself,... work?! , I don't work, and not at Honeywell either. I work at Honeywell? The dog stared at me as I glanced around the room realizing that indeed I held a job, and was expected to be there in 45 minutes...hum,

Clearly I must be drinking too much or am experiencing the beginnings of a mental deterioration. I ask myself the following questions...

1. Do I drink alone?
No, not intentionally. does a glass of wine after work count or alone in the corner of a bar?
2. Do I drink more than twice a week?
Yes. I am guilty there.
3. Do I hear voices?
Peridocially in my sleep after I have been drinking.
4. Do I see things that are either not there or they are and are certainly voile insight?
Sometimes and only in public.
5. Do I talk to myself or homeless strangers?
Guilty here again. My conversation with the Morristown Mud Lady however proved to be quite an ephany for me.

So while I have come to the conclusion that one may not be so eager to fit in the confindes of our society, if you take the time to care for yourself, be it by using extremely dark makeup or slicked dreadlocked hair, you are only a lunatic if you let the world make you think you are not normal. this is all normal. I am Okay, at least for today.

I digress, my boss however is still a freak.