Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I'm not in a mental asylum. Then I take a good look at everyone around me, and think, maybe I am.
"The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more." Pink Floyd
My oldest claims that Madness doesn't run in our family. Rather, it strolls through, taking its time, getting to know each and every one of us personally.