The Very Edge of Sanity

(Read this with a little humor and not too much seriousness.)

I have been there.

Yesterday I stood, staring at my sunshine-y yellow counter top and made a choice. On the left was a slight grip on sanity and on the right was "losing it" (I don't know why they arranged themselves to the right and left like that). I pondered it for a minute, but the choice on the right had too many unknowns, one of them being, "Will the people at the state mental hospital be kind to me?" I wonder where in my house I'll be when the choice comes up again and hope it's not a dingy, dusty place.

I don't know exactly what has driven me to this place. As usual, it's probably not one factor that I can pinpoint, but many interacting forces and choices. I don't know what will take me back again into my carefree and laid back life (ha!). Maybe starting a new school year will do the trick, then again, maybe not.

Last night, I asked Joseph if he thought we could collect enough oil from people's faces to fry something (my skin is very oily in the summer). He laughed and laughed, making me laugh too and told me that I am so off-the-wall and that he loves my sense of humor. But, I'm thinking that comment is only a little to the left of Mad Hatter. He threatened to include the comment in my "From the Back Seat" section of the blog and I decided to do the thing that I figured a respectable person would do. I came here, to my blog proper, and admitted it myself.

There.