This journal will allow you to get a rare look inside my head, or at least the moderately psychotic bits of it I choose to divulge on the interweb. Expect everything on here to be written in a fairly incoherent "stream of consciousness" style. If I'm upset, expect some typos. If not, well, expect them anyway.
"Now heaven and hell grapple on our backs and all our old pretenses ripped away. Aye, and God's icy wind will blow." - John Proctor, The Crucible
"The time has come my little friends to talk of food and things -- of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, -- of cabbages and kings! And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings" - The Walrus, Alice in Wonderland