Sorry about that.  Sometimes I suffer from a little psychic bad weather.  Hurricanes of mad thoughts whipping around my brain tearing up my already battered mental coastline.  A tsunami of misfiring neurons drowning me in a tide of silly abstractions.

Psychological meteorology teaches of the processes involved: a large expanse of open loneliness, a rapid increase in mental pressure, the coriolis force caused by this world spinning out of control - these things in the right combination will send the mind helter skeltering into a full force five 'Finger of God'.

Sometimes I can stay in the calm eye of the storm, stocked up on distractions I can wait it out.  Other times it catches me unprepared and I get swept up in galeforce thoughts, blown along its eccentric path of distruction - before being dumped, confused and disoriented, in fields unknown.

Anyway that's kind of what its like - it's not cool to be crazy... most of the time it's just incredibly fucking depressing.

Thanks to all those who ride out the rough stuff with me - the serial taggers, comment-junkies and those clandestine few who actually subscribe to my madness (though I can only match one email address to a name).  Thanks for your continued support.

Stick around - watch the weather change.