Insane Screaming Toadies

I would like to scream right now, but that would not do justice to the way I feel, or would it actually accomplish anything.  I doubt it would make me feel better.

So I went in this week to assist someone with their computer.  I had to wait a few minutes after I got there because the person was in the middle of some kind of meeting or something.  After a bit, he came out and got me.  We greeted each other and I asked how it was going.  His reply was, "frantic."  He then asked me if I was busy.  You know, formalities 'n all that.  I replied that there's plenty to be doing, but only so many hours in a day.  He said to me that sounded awfully sane of me, or something to that affect.

Sane, that is what i am.  If I am in a state of being sane, does that still qualify as being in sane?  Insane isn't the same as being in sane.  In fact (also not the same as infact), in sane isn't even proper English.  It would be in sanity.  Not to be confused with insanity, which is the opposite.  That's enough I suppose, I'm starting to confuse myself.  Or it could be the beer I just drank.

I really don't like beer.  Did you know that?  Of course you didn't because you don't really know me.  But then, maybe you do, in which (not to be confused with inwhich) case, you did know that.  But what is it to really know a person?  I mean really, really know.  Who knows?  Not me.  Or maybe I do, but I'm not telling.  See at this point I would say I don't know, but that would be misleading because I do know something, just not the specific something I need to know on this topic.  So to speak a generality like "I don't know" is both accurate and in error (not to be confused with inerror) at the same time.  Or is it really?  Eh, that's enough of this.

Now if you're a smart person, by now you're probably getting a bit irked with me.  Leading you on at the beginning, making you think that I'm going to talk about why I feel like screaming and why I headed down the path of the topic of insanity.  I didn't really.  Remember?  He said I was very sane.  Sane people scream all the time, I'm sure.  Since I'm a sane person, and technically I've never seriously screamed, I guess that's a false statement, isn't it?  Not exactly, just because I don't know any sane people that scream all the time doesn't technically mean there aren't any sane people that scream all the time.  It just means that I'm making an assertion that I'm hoping you will fall for hook, line, and sinker and thereby fool you into picking up the burden of proof because I really don't want to have to prove that I'm right.  I just want you to take my word for it and believe me like a good little toady.

Do you want to be my toady?  I've never had a toady before.  I don't much like frogs as pets, so I really hope you don't want to be my toady.  I have a hard enough time taking care of my own responsibilities to have to clean up after and care for an amphibian wannabe.  I'm sure you don't really wannabe an amphibian anyway.  Have to eat flies, and hibernate in the mud all winter.  Sounds like a meager existence to me.  Then again, 'scuse me.  I'm gonna go load up on some flies and find me a nice mud bath to sleep in for the next six months.  Someone wake me up in May.