If that's not the greatest finish ever... well ...what is?

Recording the season finale of NëiNsensiCaL felt like a tragedy that lost its comedy for all but 13-ish of the minutes. If I had to guess the other 94 minutes aren't all tragedy but the funny parts will be hard to find. It feels like I did a lot of wandering down alleys of immediate regret. How life does. Listen to me. How life does. The truth is that I really have no idea how bad it got in there since I'm posting the recording without reviewing any of it. Putting the QED on my 9th season of the recording project I call "It's All My Fault" feels too good to ruin it in a review session. Who cares what I said in there... at this point? After all... I just dropped my 477th installment of me many selves talking to my otherself about me, myself, Irene and any other selves with nothing better to do... ... so ... wow. Just. Wow. That's over 300 hours now of my "borderline personality" on display with all the accompanying antisocial behavior it invites. With all that available for the universe to judge me by, well, I'm starting to think I might just be a little overexposed here... C'est la vie! In fact... ... get your motor revvin'! Amirite? Of course I am. Now where did I put the car keys... ?? NëiNsensiCaL Episode 53 of 53