Pay no Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

I may have to start carrying around a notebook or tape recorder. I keep forgetting the fabulously witty comments I've been thinking. Back in the days when I lived on top of hell and worked there after school there was a schizophrenic man who used to carry little squares of paper and write things down at random. I've accepted that I am destined to be crazy. Now I'm just going to enjoy the decent into madness.