dròm_et_rêve wrote:I don't know what I'd do if I went crazy, because-- frankly-- I'd have no control over what I want to do. I'd probably dress up in regency style and freak everyone out by saying that I was Anne Brontë, back from the dead. I'd have seven cats, each one named 'Bill Cosby.'
Drom, Hmmmmm. Interesting that your idea of crazy involves a Bronte sister. A former co-worker of mine went crazy (no euphemisms here) and arrived at work dressed in a tutu, carrying a magic wand, and claiming that the Bronte sisters (all three, not just Anne) visited her nightly. They climbed in through the bedroom window.
If I were to go crazy, I'd take a different approach. I'm not keen on the idea of the tutu. It's still kinda cold.