I Know I Am

What about you?

Sometime last year, Dan and I were having a glass of wine with my stepmother and an old friend of hers. I've forgotten how the topic arose, but we were startled to discover (at least I was) that we each had some peculiar habitual tics that we'd held onto since childhood.

At the time it was a strangely comforting revelation. If three largely sane people had their own little quirks, perhaps I wasn't such a freak after all. It wasn't until later that I thought of another explanation: Maybe everyone is nuts.

You might reach the same conclusion after visiting this site. It's simultaneously hilarious and pathetic, inviting and repellent, heaven and hell. It's riveting, and it's addictive. You've been warned.

Thanks to Terry.