It’s a scary place up there, believe me. You don’t want to know what I’m thinking about half the time. Sometimes I don’t even understand what’s going on inside my head. But I guess that’s okay. I mean, I’m completely okay with being crazy. Figuratively, of course.
I’m using my brain this semester. Scholarships, eighteen credit hours, two novels and a social life. This is what defines my insanity. Right here.
Some of the most brilliant people who ever lived were crazy. By normal standards, anyway.
Love&hugs, Meg<3
Meg Dowell Writes 
Compose your words of wisdom