some weeks just make your head wanna explode.

You know how it is when things that should be simple wind up growing up to be problems, and then children of problems, and then problem-clans? They start as a spark and end a conflagration, start as a single point of data and fan out into a cone of ill-logic?

No?

Maybe it’s just me.

In any case, that is the week I’ve had, on the heels of the month I’ve had, and there’s the year, 1/3 gone and a foul, swampy road it’s been.

I think I had an entry here but as usual, my thoughts scatter like roaches when a light’s turned on; fuck it, I think it’s time for sake bombs.