Hi, and welcome back to Rantings Of A Madwoman, the show in which we let our resident lunatic have her say, irregardless of the usefulness or realistic benefits of her words. We don't care what she says. We just wanna let her rage for a while, see what spills out when she's not paying attention.

I thought life would be simple. Growing up, up until I moved to Portland, I would have sworn blind that life was going to be simple, that it was all going to work out somehow once I hit eighteen... twenty-one... the numbers just kept getting pushed back but I was so certain that sooner or later, it would all balance out.

For those of you who have just joined us, tonight's topic selections for the Madwoman is "Multiple Personalities, Foreign Countries, Romance, and The Joy Of Sex"... we're in the early stretches of a rant that appears be be building on all four topics, although we're not quite sure which is on top at any moment.

But no. It's all gotten complicated, it's all insanely tangled and every time I try to untangle it, I become so miserable that I dive in deeper, make it worse, just to stop the spread of sanity. It's as if sanity is some horrible disease - why do I see it that way? Why is it that I can't remember having a happy childhood but my mother assures me I did? Why is it that what I CAN remember is hellish enough to make me crazy...

...and whee. My rant just disappeared.

Still at Grr's... and a mouse scampered across the floor. Tried to catch it, box it, etc... but somehow it disappeared, we can't find it.

Bad mouse.

No soup for you.

So now I'm all eyes, watching for the Amazing Disappearing Rodent, and debating heading home...