Trouble!

Today, the man at work who has schizophrenia wrote a letter for the boss. The boss was not in, so the letter was left pinned up in the office. It was not a nice letter. In fact, it was a threatening letter. The man with schizophrenia felt that the boss had been criticizing his work performance behind his back. Basically, it was three pages of messy kid-writing that ended with, "I will straighten you out real good. Love, Michael." I'm totally serious.

I was just leaving a comment on Darren's blog, and the CAPTCHA word was "suctic" haw haw haw. But then a strange thing happened. It changed as soon as the page finished loading. It was like it knew that I was laughing at its unintentional vulgarity and said, "F you, Owen, that's immature."