This is a Psycho Blog

That does it. Something has finally driven me to the edge. What was it?

Nine-digit zip codes, what else? I swear to God if I ever have to deal with another of these otherworldly abominations, I will grab a shotgun and climb a tower. I'm so flaky I can barely even keep track of my cell phone, car keys and wallet. How they heck do they expect me to remember nine random numerals?