She's crazy...

Ever have one of those lunatic days, a day when you feel that, well, for instance, stepping out of a car in the middle of traffic is a good idea? Or when you somehow believe you're being a good friend by insulting someone's fashion sense? Or when someone buys you a really nice apple strudel and you don't even remember to thank them for it? Yeah, well, I've been feeling like that all day. And it sucks. It seems the more I resolve to be a good girl, I just end up being worse and worse. The moment I do something horrible, believe me, I know it and yet it's like I'm compelled to go forward with it. I've hurt a lot of people this way, least of all myself. It's a sickness, really. It's inexcusable, nonetheless. I hate myself for it, I kick myself mentally for it all the time. WHY THE HECK CAN'T I DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT? AND WHY THE HECK DO I BOTHER BLOGGING ABOUT IT? Two questions right up there with the chicken and the egg and whatever happened to the dinosaurs and Baby Jane.

Final thought: Maybe I ought to have myself committed. Probably it will be done for me, though.