Amere Mortal is somewhat insane. But only somewhat. At least, that used to be true.
Now I am broken. Bughouse nuts. Drowning in clutter, I wallow in despair.
"Boohoo" said the ice umbrella, and tears dripped from her tips,
for she would never have a tan like the beach umbrella had.
Personal Quote: I don't see the glass as half empty or half full, just presumed to have been watered down.
Or possibly poisoned.