I’m going crazy. If you knew me, you wouldn’t be surprised, but this is a different type of crazy. It’s bad. I’m not bad, although I don’t feel so great. But the crazy part of me is going a little out of control. Earlier today my friend called and asked if I wanted to go to a baseball game. Now, I’ve never been to a baseball game in my life, and I’ve never really considered that a loss, although I wanted to do it just to say I’d done it. It seems to be a thing every American has done at some point. Anyway, that wasn’t the point. I wish I could have seen my friend. I was grounded and wasn’t able to see him last weekend except at church. This is my best friend we’re talking about here. Being grounded in general just left me a little nuts. Maybe I was getting spoiled. I don’t really like that idea. Eh, oh well. I had an idea recently – two in fact: one for repainting my room and another for a series of drawings. I’ll talk about them maybe once they’re underway. Although I might wait until they’re finished. They’re splendid ideas though, let me tell you. Yes indeedy. I am a strange, crazy person.