and a mad week begins as another ends.

I wasn’t like every other kid, you know, who dreams about being an astronaut, I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere’s a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who’s a hero. The music he’s created over the years, I don’t really listen to it, but the fact that he’s making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I’m selling? No. Do I know what I’m doing today? No. But I’m here, and I’m gonna give it my best shot.

I’m here… on a wild ride. Just have that quote in my head (Zoolander, how can you not love it?!) and am cracking up at it’s appropriateness for me right now.

 I feel like I’m taking crazy pills! I invented the piano key necktie, I invented it! What have you done, Derek? You’ve done nothing! NOTHIIIING! And I will be a monkey’s uncle if I let you ruin this for me.

I’m off to obey my dog. I will return with something coherent, not frenzy induced as soon as I can. I just really wanted to post a bit of Zoolander love on the blog tonight, as it’s what I’m using as my background noise…