With Cyan’s release of The Oh in Ohio just around the corner (7/14 in New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco and Cleveland; 8/4 in a whole lot of additional cities nationwide), my days are crazier than ever.

Nearly every newspaper and magazine you can think of has RSVP’ed to our slew of upcoming press screenings; trailers, posters, screeners and prints of the film are high-tailing it around the country via FedEx; and early buzz is brewing in our favor. Consider IMDB’s take:

Unless it gets swallowed up by blockbusters and higher-profile indies, this stealth sex comedy should go into wider and wider release as the summer picks up. We hear Posey’s physical comedy is aces, Rudd’s brooding is unparalleled, and DeVito doesn’t plays it as hammy as you’d expect. Liza Minnelli locks down another bizarro role as a sex guru, while Heather Graham goes uncredited as a clerk who gets Parker P. hooked on the buzz.

And, of course, on a daily basis, everything falls apart completely, then somehow gets pieced tenuously back together. One of my Cyan colleagues tagged an email last night: “I should have been a doctor.”

Another, this morning, commented that he felt like “a Vietnam soldier considering shooting himself in the foot just to get pulled from the front line.”