Once again, I'm hitting Friday like a brick wall and crossing my fingers, toes, eyes, and anything that can be crossed in hopes that next week will hold less insanity than this past week.  Monday began at 4:30a.m. with the flooding of Norwyk Manor's front half.  Let's say that my attitude was slightly less than virtuous.  In a way, that flood was both a metaphor and an omen for how the rest of the week would go.  I self-medicated with solitary hours in the confines of my closet and birth stories on YouTube.