I'm aware

that in my poopedness here at the office today my real life is blending into the blog a bit overmuch. It's rather a meta-y synecdoche-y Charlie-Kaufman-y Being-John-Malkovich-y kind of fatigue-y in-the-moment blogging and pondering and thinking/writing aloud kind of attempting-to-figure-stuff-out Real Life play by play that will surely end in my being swallowed up in the quandary itself.

Or maybe you will.