When the meds are late in coming in the morning and the day’s blog is yet to be plotted, I crack open the old sluice gate and let the crazy ooze in.

The pure crazy, that is.

The undiluted mad.

Why?

To feed this blog, of course.

A daring yet brilliant move, sure… if only my sluice gate wasn’t a piece of crap.

Will not close.

Will not close.

Will not close.

Be glad you live far, far away. I am quite difficult poorly sluiced.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe