Decorums

It's mad it's crazy it's insane that it's starting to make sense. I need more words like 'mellifluous' or 'transient' or 'unwittingly' and maybe even 'decorum'. I didn't even know fully what 'decorum' meant until three minutes ago. I meant I knew vaguely what it "construe", but never really KNEW what it meant.

Like I said, it's unbelievably crazy it's beginning to form its own logic.

And you know what? I don't know if I should be sorry or angry, or have any sort of opinion even, when I'm nowhere as good as my godly-school-asset neighbor. And I'm popping aspirins as if my life depended on it and be late in the morning and hate it and I begin to wonder what I'm talking about at the moment.

So you can just ignore me and continue your merry lives. Which is not merry as it sounds.

And I swear, in six weeks, death will be so close (of course metaphorically in a Lawrencian intonation) it will stoke my eyelids and touch the innards of what I call my raison d'être. So yes, fellow parents and peers, I don't really know what else to say.