Leci n'est pas une pipe.

I've been having a lot of Magritte days lately. I can't look out the window (to the soul) without reality stretching tight at the seems. Sometimes I think it's a fault of the previous sickness; a lack of concentration or just a "sick-day" mentality towards responsibilities. But then, for all intensive care purposes, I've been fairly well well for awhile now. So I guess I'm just going crazy. Damn it.