It has been a thoroughly difficult couple of weeks on the set of The Jason Show. It's been one thing. And another. And then another. And then, yesterday, ANOTHER.
I would ask you all if you'd like to join me in a year of hermithood, but now that would just defeat the purpose, now wouldn't it? Pursuing my fantasy of of hermithood is something that I must accomplish alone. Funny. I just typed "fantnasty". Freudian slip? Maybe that's what I need: a fantnasty.
I love my family, each member, dearly. But sometimes when you put them all together you come up with one great big ball of KrAzY! Including me of course. I like to think that I am the rock, the glue, the foundation of this family with which I have surrounded myself. But in reality, I get the sneaky feeling that that I am no more solid and secure than any other one of them. As my sister said the other day when discussing our father's paranoid schizophrenia, "What if we're both crazy right now too and we don't even know it?!"
What? My father's schizophrenia? Yep. Surprise! The cat's out of the bag. That will be a WHOLE ENTIRE SEASON of The Jason Show when the writers can finally bring themselves to put it all down on paper.
My Corona is kicking in. Ahhhhh. Sweet, temporary relief. Does that sound bad if I say that?