ridiculousness does not end at the frazzleberry

yes, see, there could be a few hours left in me tonight (we won't mention the messy political questions on facebook, m'ok?) if i disregard the sensibility of sleep in this time of requiring high-intensity immune system effort but there are forces at work in the psyche of this being you might call me that are well beyong the sense good sense of mortal man... for instance, the incomprehensible passion for numbers combined with the unabashed hunger for any form of attention mixed with the relative disregard for the differences between real and imagination or illusion or delusion, for that matter, catylized by the calendar counting down the days until the end of the month collectively create a causality consuming the wisdom of sleep and leading us to entries like this one... or that one... or whatever gets linked here eventually... stand down if you are tired, i shall rise if i fall and carry the madness forward until you are rested...

carry on...