Now that Halloween is over, it's back to more traditional fare. For now. And that means boytoys in extreme contortions! Hurrah!
This time it's me, or at least my inner self, acting like a maniac on the floor. For musical accompaniment, imagine ABBA or "The Touch" by Stan Bush.
The simple fact is that since Daylight Savings hit I have been uncomfortably manic. I am not really sure why. I feel like my mind is surging out of control in no particular direction. So if this woyote looks a little worried, a little desperate, rest assured it's intentional.
