Otis Spunkmeyer and Cheez Whiz

I am back. I am out of my mind. It is in my genes. The problem is that I find myself in other people's minds. Suddenly, I do not think that I am so bad. If I haven't said it before, I will say it now....There is nothing like time alone, in a La Quinta Inn, in the Village of Elk Grove Village, to bring a moment of clarity...a moment of complete lucidity.....a moment where one is at one with the Universe....an epiphany of sorts. I suggest you all try it.

Besides, your room comes with breakfast that could include the make your own waffle or breakfast pastries, packaged Danish or muffins, from Otis Spunkmeyer. They are big in the midwest of the US. The name just cracks me up, though. How funny is....Otis? Add in the Spunkmeyer and you got comedy. In fact, I think that Otis Spunkmeyer goes with Cheez Whiz. See, I just won't eat anything where "whiz" is the second ingredient. Just my cuppa tea, but to each his or her own.

Oh yeah, it was that lucid moment that allowed me to draw the conclusion that I am completely insane. Yet, I am not delusional (much?). I have talked of this before but I asked the question of mental health professionals, "If I can accept that anything I think is delusional, does that make me delusional?" The answer was that generally if you can hold out the possibility of delusion than your are probably not delusional. Of course that "wiggle" word, probably, was added. See there is little certainty in life (death, taxes and Tom Cruise's breaks with reality).

That is a happy thought for the day. It is damn hot out there so all of you be careful and stay hydrated. Ciao!