Hoy es ahora

I went for the bike ride, put in 8.5 miles half of which is significant uphill at 7,000 ft. elev..  It feels so good to do it and now my brain is screaming like La LLorona crying for her children.  I am going crazier by the day and maybe by the hour.  I want to do constructive stuff and I cannot get past the sound of brakes trying to stop without brake-pads, sort of like metal on metal.  I would ask Jesus for some help but he has been eating lunch for 63 years now.  Gotta find a new magical character.  HaySeuss is all worn out.
This is a pretty ugly piece of prose with no redeeming value.  I wonder how long I can hold out.  No one knows how bad I am doing and telling will get me nowhere.  And I am not looking for sympathy, I would simply like someone to hold me and stroke my head or shoulder and soothe my nerves a bit.  I don't want to let anyone down but there is nearly nothing left for me now, survival for the sake of survival.  Yikes, I just got a big electric shock in my left ear, fun.

Thank you Mr. Donut, for listening.  You listen like god listens, very patiently with no interruptions.  Maybe Mr. Spudnut is God, wouldn't that be a hoot.  I feel better, too.  Wow, I wonder if he wants to smite anyone.  I guess if you eat too many of his children you might get smited or is that smote.  I know I used to be smitten by those delicious pastries.
Thanks glazed raised.