Diary of a Mad (Wo)Man

That's I guess how I see this, but really this is all just the culmination of the goofy thoughts that I have in my head that I really can't express during the day. I like to have fun at work and all, but I am pretty sure that they will think I have gone off the deep end and into the part where the fish glow in the dark if I uttered some of this stuff out loud. I guess I consider it the part of me that absolutely, doesn't stand a chance of growing up... and that isn't a bad thing, my friend. Kind of how listening to the Blue Grass music channel on the cable isn't a bad thing either. I wish I could play the banjo like that... but then I'd probably want to get those knee cymbals, and then, it really wouldn't be a Blue Grass act then. Then it would be more like a Gong Show act.