It'll be a cold day in hell...

...when it all makes sense.

I'm sure of it. The terrible thing is that it does make sense to me. I'm fine. I'm feeling rational, comfortable, even sane despite the chaos.

My poor brain, as with my calendar, is overflowing. I'm working on a number of interesting projects right now, not the least of which is myself. I wish I was in any condition to offer a progress report, but I haven't even set my objectives. My "one day at a time" philosophy works for me, but seems to be troublesome when I actually decide to interact with others. "Doesn't play well with others" perhaps? Could be.