The Hazy Shade of Crazy

You wouldn't know it to look at me most of the time but there's something seriously wrong in my brain. I'm mild mannered, friendly, and even witty on occasion. But I have to fight hard through an electric fog of thoughts, a haze as it were, just to seem normal. Imagine a radio station full of static and feedback that just won't clear up. Now imagine trying to listen to a song on that station. I have poor memory and precious little concentration. I hate it. So here's a blog about it.