You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears.
You better stop, look around,
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
One of my favorite actors in the whole darn world is Mandy Patinkin. He has a talent for portraying neurotic, high-strung, shoulda-been-medicated characters, my favorite being Dr. Jeffrey Geiger on "Chicago Hope." Yes, I know he has a reputation for being difficult on the set of whatever TV show he is filming, I still love him. I also loved him as Jason Gideon on "Criminal Minds", and one of my favorite set of lines comes from the very first episode:
|Morgan: Reid, are you good with this? We’ve got a woman who’s only got a few hours left to live, an incomplete profile, and a Unit Chief on the verge of a nervous breakdown.|
Gideon: [enters the room] They don’t call them nervous breakdowns anymore.
Reid: It's called a major depressive episode.
Well. More of this another time. The day ended much better than it started, with dinner at Kobe's to celebrate the 18th birthday of the daughter of very dear friends. I had a drink and a lovely dinner with shrimp and scallops and my son will most certainly enjoy the plentitude of leftovers. Tomorrow I have cooking plans focussing on the pork belly and hot German potato salad. The Magic are playing the Cleveland Cavaliers. The weather has been rather nice. I do not have to go back to work Monday morning; right now, the stress from court would shatter this fragile facade of calm. Knowing, then, that I do not have to appear in court has kept my chi from being skewed too badly. And the beat goes on.