Hmmmm, I don't like this. I don't like it at all. In the hours since the mud went down, I've been going slowly insane. I went out in the fresh air, did some trombone practice, did a few chores around the house. I played with my children, wrote a letter to my grandmother, and cooked for my wife. There's a distinct possibility of my having sex tonight. SOMEONE FIX THE MUD!!!! This can not go on

The man was either mad or both.