Bats in the Belfry

My last entry summed it up except that I feel even more like crap.  This was a rather horrid day, to be quite truthful.  Had to drive around town on some errands and that didn't help.  Allergic sneezing does not help at all.
I cannot get a moment of peace in me head, not a wee bit.  Driving 7 hrs to Kansas, a very loud dinner, a drive 3-4 hours to Burr Oak, Blue Hill and Grand Island and then a return trip to COS of 7-8 hours.  When every bump and whine of the tires on the pavement will, at best numb my head and at worst push me much closer to the limits of my tolerance.
I laid my head on Judy's lap tonight because I felt so awful.  She didn't know what to do with her hands so she did nothing, the tennis was far too interesting.  Fooking hell, I am so tired of being alone in this, hanging on for dear life.  Why should things change, silly boy?
This is the whiniest bit of putrefaction, Jesus Christ.  I truly think that J.C. was born just to give us a name to abuse.  That may be his rightful purpose.  Many would deny this truth but God spoke to me and said it to be so. Thanks, Big Guy, for making me the only person you have shared that with.
This picture looks sort of like what is going on in me 'ead.  Actually, nothing this elegant. Just the bats.