Is this sentence funny, or overwrought?

I wondered how often it is the case that these sorts of Professional Development classes are compared to the infamous Jim Jones cult. There must be some Godwinesque rule that the closer one gets to a Briggs Meyer test, the odds of drinking cyanide-laced grape drink approach 1:1.

Also, will a general reader get what I mean by Godwinesque?

I wondered how often it is the case that these sorts of Professional Development classes are compared to the infamous Jim Jones cult.

I would take out "it is the case that."

Also, will a general reader get what I mean by Godwinesque?

I suspect no, but is the book aimed at people who are Internetty? Because they ought to.

Thanks, Steph. It felt clunky. I'm so punchy I am not sure I am writing in English.

I always assume my audience is internetty, or generationXy, or someone else who understands the cut of my jib.

I have done too many things today. I have done too many things over the past week. My last task involved me having to say the words "My mother has cancer" and that's it. I'm done. I just can't, anymore. My ER visit didn't break my headache. This is the same one since last week. I've been running pretty much for days on end.

I just skipped heartlessly 300+ messages. GISHWHES ate my from the bottom up.

What'd I miss?

Oh ita ! I'm sorry that this week has been such a suckfest. Can you call it a night at least?

I tried to use my Donors Choose Groupon but they said I have to wait until tomorrow. Whatevs, will use it then.

I hope I didn't bring the thread crashing to a halt....

Burrell, I think I will not even try to get anything else accomplished today. I will shift my remaining deadlines until tomorrow. And I'll pull out the Tahitian bean vanilla ice cream. And do some pouting.

Okay, maybe one peek at my work email, and then ice cream.

4315 words of complete shit. SHIT.

Also, I just got my period. FUCK YOU BODY.

Never peek at the work email! I always make that mistake. But ice cream sounds lovely. We should make an LAista plan to go to Scoops. They opened up a shop right near my house and the ice cream is seriously yummy.

Okay. The first half is done. It's DONE. I don't care if it's shitty. It's done. Ten more pages of horseshit and I can send this off, pretend I had nothing to do with it all, buy my guitar, and start practicing chords.

I bit my nails all the way to my mid-thirties, and finally willed myself to stop. Now I'm going to have to go get them cut short. This seems to be the only kind of bleh thing. I'm so excited!