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Insane. Crazy. Nuts. Cracked. Bonkers. Cheese slid off the cracker. Loopy. Busy.

You'll have to forgive me, I worship at the altar of Busy to the Point of Insanity Where You're So Insane You're Practically Sane Again.

Why do I do this to myself? It's alternately exhilirating and semi-suicidal.

Note: When people say they don't have time to do something, it doesn't really mean they don't have time. It means whatever they would be doing instead of what you want them to do is more important to them. See, me, I could have time for more things. But I like eating and sleeping. They're rather addictive activities.

And thus it begins... watch future episodes for meltdowns that make Chernobyl look like a pop rocket.

For Lent I'm giving up TV re-runs and Neopets. I swear it.

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