Absurdities and complaints bring me here today. These are cures for yearning, I think, due to the discomfort and sometimes stasis such fragile feelings leave me in. Chronic pain in the mind, bandaided by cleverities and snark. Cleveritis? Ow, my inflamed wit is flaring up again. Symptomatic auto-response to my forty-third memory bleed of the day. Stuck as I am from time to time in the screaming room, still I must say that such things remain utopian pastimes. I am after all not ducking tanks or planning to cook the cat.