My Addled Brain

*taps microphone* Is this thing on?

Yes, I’m still alive, but I’d be lying to you if I told you I felt wonderful - because I don’t. I got hammered at work this week with many, many things that had to be done “right now”, and for a change they all actually meant it. So, I got to bury myself in reports and numbers and policies and contact lists and procedures and - and - and -

But I’m feeling much better now. Well, at least I’m not contemplating ditching everything and moving overseas, anyway. Just think, I could become one of those cheese-eating surrender monkeys, with a silly greased mustache and talk boastfully how I lived in a nation that chooses to take the moral high road by not wanting to oust a known dictator that’s been politically pantsing the world for over a decade. Vive La Resistance!

Otherwise, not much is entertaining with the Brain lately. Even Robby’s feeling it these days, although I suspect his lacadasical behavior is more due to his botched attempt at marketing baggage screening machines that gave random false positives, in an attempt to make air travel even more inconvenient than it currently is. However, since flying has been scientifically proven to be as painfully annoying as it possibly can, his efforts only netted him a few hundred million, which he prompty blew on a russian Soyuz 2 with a faulty booster. It’s sitting in my bedroom now, so I have to sleep on the couch, and Robby’s got the rocket up on blocks like it was an ‘85 Camaro in front of a trailer park. Classy.