If it’s Sunday, this just might be relevant

Oh, the thoughts still come and go, wafting in and out of the semi-permeable membrane trapped between my ears. Any reasonably trained water engineer should know that an excess of pressure on either side, especially for prolonged periods of time, might cause either damage to the membrane or diminished quality of the effluent. In my own personal case, I suspect both to be true. Plus, if you factor in the age of the membrane itself, it seems reasonable that failure might occur at any time.

Now, despite any lingering suspicions to the contrary held by my friends, family and/or readers, I am not a total idiot. I simply lack the resolve to be all I can be, in that regard. I still retain some lucid thoughts early in the morning (if I don’t watch the news) and I’ve even been known to converse cogently with others if the subject matter doesn’t involve George Bush, the New York Yankees or French toast. I’ve been stopped on the street and informed by complete strangers that my analysis of Berundian socio-political juxtapositions with respect to emerging ginkgo bilboa extract markets is top-notch.

It’s just that sometimes my membrane tends to ignore its assigned purpose and make its own decisions regarding the free-flow of information in direct opposition to any data I might attempt to input. It would seem that my mind has a mind of its own.

So, dear reader, the next time you waste precious seconds of your life reading my incomprehensible doggerel, and suddenly start to loathe me with an unbounded fury heretofore unknown to you, please take pity on me and understand that you’re squandering your anger on a dysfunctional membrane… and it could care less.        

Bob Church©10/21/07