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
