I think that 2011 is a time for testing our inner mettle. Almost everyone I know is dealing with some super aggravating and depressing moments this summer. I have to take the time to refocus my goals almost daily as the wrecking-ball of fun keeps rolling back and forth and squashing me before I can regain my wits and correct my path. Almost like I'm the comic relief in the half pipe of doom. The complications certainly have the flavor of futility squared... definitely Sisyphean in nature. This frustration is beginning to take it's toll on the custard and the soul. Please God make it stop. I fear that this is only the beginning though. Buckle up, because the automated car has just stopped in front of the T-rex paddock as Dennis has just left the building. This psycho circus is just about to get started.