What's on my mind?

If you could look into my head, without cracking my egg open, and peer into my thoughts, you would probably exclaim, "Who is going to clean this mess up"? But since you can't, you're just going to have to take my word for it, it could use some organization. Many times when people write in a diary, or, perhaps a blog, they may leave a pattern of what's going on in their lives at that moment. Their happiness, sadness, frustration, whatever emotional roller coaster ride they happen to find themselves on, creeps out onto the page. I'm no different. First, let me mention, two entries ago, on the Happy Hour blog, was a landmark for me. That happened to be my 200th entry! I'm thinking I should be on Oprah, or have an hour long TV special in my honor. Oops, there's the A.D.D. side of me trying to escape. Back to the original train of thought. Peering back through my verbose, disconnected, ridiculous ramblings, I can tell when I happened to be frustrated at work, frustrated with a younger generation, frustrated with electronic devices, and the dog. How could I tell? Because I said so. I really didn't leave any underlying clues, I just blurted out my disdain. I'm not as tactful as I think I am. What's the expression? Wear your heart on your sleeve? Am I using that in the correct context? Regardless, I'm happy to share the mental 'junk food' I sometimes spew forth. I know it doesn't enrich anyone's life, or is earth moving information, but from time to time I observe humans (myself included), and their surroundings, and pick up on little nuances, or subtleties, and just wonder if anyone behind my computer screen sees it the same way I do? You have my sympathy if you do.