Crazy Mind
The last couple of nights I've had some weird things happen while I sleep. Maybe it's menopause. I've been going through that for the last 25 years. Basically, when I'm just about to conk off, that voice inside my head goes crazy. It talks about laundry soap, grocery lists, the tooth fairy, spiders, tea sets, iPhoto Libraries (Rune deleted ours accidently), trash cans, and other trivial stuff I couldn't care a rat's ass for. All night long, yak, yak, yak, like oral diarrhea. This morning I woke up to discover that my inner voice was suffering from a bad case of laryngitis. Unfortunately, I can't give it voice rest because it's still sprinting in all directions. Shit! Why can't I think of things like a cure for the common cold, a solution for world terror or famine, or the next billion dollar invention. I mean, Cascade Complete, really!
On a more solemn note. I discovered that two of my kids (maybe three) have Aspergers (which, to their chagrin is kinda pronounced "ass boogers") but a very mild form. I'm learning that many greats had this condition, including Thomas Jefferson, Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Mozart, Madame Curie, and others. Even Bill Gates is suspect. That said, I think in these milder cases it's just a different way of thinking that , if channeled properly, can lead to great achievements. All I can say is I better see some straight A report cards this week or their asses are going to be in a booger of trouble. (Just kidding. I don't care about grades and even think they should be banned. Defense mechanisms, ya know. Gotta have 'em).