On the progression of madness

As you read this, I'm rapidly going crazy.

Really crazy. Big crazy. Sylvia Plath-crazy. Maybe it's a brain tumor. A kid on Law & Order went crazy and killed someone because of a brain tumor. Maybe I've always been crazy and was better at hiding it before - even from myself. Or maybe, just maybe, for no apparent reason I just woke up a couple of weeks ago and started to go crazy.

Whatever the reason...by my calculations, I'm going to be hanging from my fire escape singing showtunes and throwing marbles at the neighborhood kids in about 9 days.