Mental Floss

Every day I wake up seems to be another day that I must fight the war for my sanity, and it’s definitely not an easy battle. I feel like a tightrope walker, balancing precariously between sanity and the abyss, wondering what will happen if I ever cross that line again. I still have the wonderful scars that serve as reminders of the last times I went over the edge, and I’m sure everyone else takes a look at them and wonders what cat I had an argument with. If only they knew.

Why is it every time I try to write something nice to post, it always gets mangled in some way, shape or form? I had several musings to post and the floppy disk I saved them all to went POOF. Computers are teh suck.