Saturday continued

Lately I've be as close to a nervous breakdown as a person can get without actually crossing over. It's like I'm standing on the very end of a diving board outside of the International Space Station and I have a rope around my neck. A rhinocerous that's been floating around in space has just found the other end of the rope and has wet itself with giddiness. The rhino, lets call her "Madness", puts the rope around her neck and all of a sudden starts doing the Macarena. Then I snap out of it and I realize I'm still on this side of the "Normal". I'm at the artist's building and I'm working on the storage units that they're paying me to build. I get back to work and all of a sudden I hear "This looks like fun". I turn to see who it is and it's a clown. No lie. Also keep in mind that I haven't seen another person all day. Acting as if this is the most normal thing that's ever happened to me, we strike up a conversation. I don't even acknowledge that he's a clown. After he left I thought to myself "that was probably the most normal person I have ever met". I felt so at ease, the clown somehow took all of my stress away.