Scattered Splatterings of Spluttered Bloodspit

I'm going crazy. Or at least, I sound like I am. If I could explain it then I guess you'd laugh, dismiss me. Hell, I would.  There's no rational way to put to words what's going on and it's something I don't understand, nor can control.. but sooner or later, I'm going to need some help.

I'm cooking another roast. The house is empty. I need a drink. I wish there was another day in the week.

I'm worried.