Eternal bliss of the spotless mind...

I'm not quite sure if a spotless mind would really render eternal bliss, but I know that a mind constantly occupied is rather wearing.

For about a month now I have felt, constantly, at least five different, overpowering emotions all at once. I'll sit down to write, realize my thoughts resemble those of a schizophreniac's, and walk away. I am perpetually tired, happy, overwhelmed, anxious, ambitious, guilt-ridden, etc., etc.

I don't think I'm going crazy, but I guess there's always that chance. For Conlin's sake I hope I have at least a few good years left..I'm rather young to be losing it already.

But anyway, enough about my up-in-the-air mental state. How about I share a few Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy? They're always good for a laugh.

"If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason."

"To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand?' You can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'"

"The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face."

"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny."