It seems appropo to release my inner Jimi Hendrix. "Purple Haze all in my brain. Lately things don't seem the same. Acting funny and I don't know why. Excuse me while I kiss the sky." Of course, I've been acting funny all my life and I've always kissed the sky. And things have never been the same. The same as what? Normal no longer has any meaing. Yes. please pardon me while I kiss the sky.