The Sound and the Fury

Faulkner strikes again. Actually, Shakespeare. This morning I became keenly aware of the differences in pressurization inside and outside my skull. If I had hit my head any harder on the refrigerator I think my brain would have exploded out into the real world like the passengers on TWA Flight 800 who were unceremoniously, whiplashingly, fatally vomited into the wild blue yonder over the wild blue Atlantic. This is what it means to be a drama queen. Better keep the projections on the paper.