What a roller coaster ride it has been here at the CALWFDF these past few days! The guards...I mean attendants, don't know whether to increase or decrease our meds or if they should break out the high-pressure fire hoses or the white jackets. The ride started when MJ showed us Clay delivering Amazon packages in his old blue shirt. She kept trying to unbutton the top three buttons, but we told her he was only on her computer screen. Some of us are not THAT delusional. Heh. Then our boyfriend posted once again in his Blog. We all screamed with delight when we saw those horses' asses (and I'm not talking about the Three Stooges this time) since VWP's fanfic is required reading here at the CALWFDF. That got the old car chugging uphill, let me tell you. Then MJ found a cute radio interview and the acceleration increased. We were having a blast! But the cars took a nosedive when we read the TV Guide article. Desertflower, who had her prayer book in one hand and her Bible in the other, would have fallen out if MJ hadn't grabbed the hem of her flowing, white dress and pulled her back in the car. Didi almost lost her pen and paper but managed to save her latest installment of Clay's diary by hanging onto my long, blonde hair. Hockeydonna screamed out, "Holy sh*t! How could I have been so wrong about the CD release date?" Or was that dudley? I get those two so mixed up. They calmed themselves by drawing up new scenarios for the CD release and muttering something about a "narrative." Our newest resident Pink Armchair is constantly discussing something about a Road Trip with only a bismarck to sustain her. She thought we were headed for Oz when we embarked on our wild ride. She is a strange one, let me tell you. Didi managed to hang onto her, but I kinda wish she hadn't. Heh. I was fine since I had Brad to protect me.

Finally the nosedive was over because we heard another radio interview which has us throwing away our poodle skirts and ratting our hair into Afros. Then the high point of our ride was the TV Guide cable picture of Clay which MJ found posted on every Clayboard in existence. We all printed out 8" by 10" glossies and have settled in to sleep off our ride. excuse me for a minute MJ, for the love of all that is holy, knock off the moaning. I'm trying to talk here. Sorry Lately there have been a few others of you who have been trying to become inmates...I mean residents, of the Asylum...I mean Home. Well, just wait, your turn is coming. Golly gee, I wonder what Clay has in store for us tomorrow? I hope it's not too skeery, but if it is it'll just be another day at the CALWFDF.