Escape From Monkey Island

I think I need to have a nervous breakdown. Not really sure what it'll do, but I think it would be half-fun for the first few days, where I go gallivanting off to some foreign land, shave my head and ask people to call me 'Pops.' The stress is getting to a point now, and I think that it may just explode out of me, like so much Alien.
If someone put you in charge of something, you'd expect that it'd get tougher, right? Little bit more responsibility, a lot more things you have to think about, like other people and how they might react to something regarding their hours, wages or sanity. I haven't had a coherent thought for...God knows how long. This? This is just me flowing on, as though a small monkey has accessed the cognitive response portion of my brain, and he's going to Disneyland.
That was creative, I must admit. The Disneyland thing. Maybe doing this every day will get me lubing up the gears for a new line of products. I dunno, every day would be a bit much. How about, oh, every few days or so? That would work for me.
Alright Doctor, you have yourself a blackened lung to look after. Get to it.