I have gnats flying around my ears, but there are two blue-eyed calico kitties sitting on my head that protect me. They swat and stare and make it ok. They pur and it reverberates inside my cavern.
Today the only beverage I will consume is green gatorade. I will see if it makes me feel ill-willed by the end of the day. I am pouring several bottles into a large jug that I will carry with me in a work-related tote bag, so as to not arouse suspicion. (Although I am usually arousing of suspicion, not to mention deep excitement of ladies...ROCK IT!!!)
I am thinking of tuna melts today. Even though I desperately can't stand them. I hate them even more than tuna casserole.
When I was a small boy, I wore jeans with a so called acid wash look. They were pleated at the waist and pegged down near the ankles. My hair was shaggy then as it is now. I had a messy binder, with crumpled papers sticking out, every which way. I couldn't remember to do my homework and I was always in trouble. This is a precursor to fractured ideology and lack of general internal assembly that reigns supreme over my bowels in the present days (the end days).