I've written three different posts and deleted three different posts and I have no idea what the heck I am going on about. Maybe five or six posts. There was macaroni, and some pesto, a bit about keeping the wolf from the door, something to do with an entropic universe, and one big fat soup of messy nothing.
Did you used to play on those roundabout toys in the playground when you were little? You'd hop on the flat bit and hold on for all you were worth while an adult or elder child would spin you round and round, faster and faster, until you got too dizzy and had to stop. It's a bit like that inside my head right now. I think I have to sit things out for a little while before I fall down and puke all over somebody's shoes.
That was charming.