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So far I'm having one of those days when I feel like standing on a street corner shouting in an unknown tongue making esoteric gestures that mean nothing to anyone who isn't me.

I won't do it, though.

I'm such a wimp.

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Have you ever been in that state of clarity of thought where logic and instinct function in perfect harmony, where many threads of meaning come together in the mind, with you as master weaver creating a tiny replica of the densely patterned fabric underlying the cosmos... then suddenly your brain short-circuits and you can barely figure out how to turn the knob on the bathroom door? Don't you hate when that happens?

Why yes, I did remember to take my medication today. Thanks for your concern. :-)