I dare say, hath I gone righteously and blundering, dog-gone mad?

What a week! T’was madness, says I!

Aside from the fact that I had no internet, I was forced to drive to the office to deliver my work. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but not in this Heat!!! With two very difficult documentaries and a series of Looney Toons and Scooby Doos to do, what can a guy do?

Did I mention that: My phone line is down? That most of the light bulbs in the house burnt? That the dog puked? The doorbell won’t ring? I turned two pizzas into basic carbon? I made Greek coffee in the microwave? Got cramps on both of my gampes at the same time while trying to get out of bed?

After a long visit to the tax department fun park and many visits to the bank… Tax people don’t come cheap, you know. After an accountant who made a small mistake in an old tax return, a lawyer who was running in the heat just to get me out of this diddly and a series of people who were generally freaking out… [full moon coming] how can I not start jollily doing cartwheels and singing along with Daffy Duck the following ditty?

Can I do otherwise?

I think not!