Today I feel like I’m going crazy.  Not a new feeling, at all, but it never gets easier.  I don’t want to write about it.  It’s not the public image I want to put out.  I want my voice here to be funny, but the days and weeks that I feel like this make it so hard to pretend like I have a joke at hand.  It doesn’t help that I worry now about a certain individual reading this page, and so I’ve heavily censored the very limited honesty I felt like I was building here.  This is a really unfinished picture, that’s probably better at communicated who I am when I’m like this than anything I could write.