"The lunatic is in my head!" 2003-01-02 - 12:38 p.m.
Yes. I think I must have a slight case of the New Year's blahs. I feel like an invisible cosmic vaccuum cleaner has somehow bored a hole into my skull, sucked out all the brains and the "mind" and the "heart" and the "soul" and perhaps the pancreas and a good chunk of the liver (I assure you this is a powerful vaccuum), and replaced said organs with a lot of sawdust and a single Pink Floyd song (for example, there was a Yahoo! search landing on my diary, looking for "we're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl").
Did that make any sense at all? Well no, it wasn't supposed to. You are now reading the ravings of a complete lunatic. A complete lunatic who is trapped in Hickville! Argh. Blah. Craziness.