I is for Ill. Mentally. Which is how I feel. I is also for Ick. I is not for Mick, but so glad he's doing well nevertheless. Finally, I is for real life Insanity that doesn't seem to be getting better, only worse, and the Gethsemane-y feelings that invokes. I think I'll put on the Mulder-sweater and some Carl Sagan and just give into the despair.
Happy Birthday David Duchovny.