Excuse Me — My Brain Is Full
Confession time, folks. I’m reaching a critical mass of SUCK on the news.
It seems like there is news that moves things one way or the other every damn hour, and it has me a little punch-drunk at the moment. By the time Tuesday night rolls around, I might just be reduced to involuntary, myoclonic twitching. And I don’t think I’m alone here, frankly.
I need to decompress folks. Seriously. Talk me down. (And, I suspect: help talk fellow travellers down too.)