Shaken...and stirred.

Today's convo.

karen: what's wrong honey?
ray: i don't know...maybe i just need to get away
karen: ray, how are you feeling?
ray: quandry
ray: oh..excuse me...quandary
ray: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=quandary
ray: funny how the sound of the word alone its a good indication of how one feels
ray: when they are in a quandary..
ray: get the sensation your stuck in a large maze
ray: with nothing but walls around
ray: you know there is a way out..
ray: but just just starting at the walls
ray: starts driving you insane
ray: mine are gunmetal grey
ray: and they are prob 50 ft high
ray: its kinda unfortunate that i can't even have a normal mental break-down
ray: instead i just tend to ramble..and go all over
ray: and i'm still too fucking responsible to leave now
ray: but have to clean up problems here and there

--yup...that was my day. I'm still alive...so guess it turned out ok. I'm heading home.