Head Up My Ass
I can still taste the bile on the back of my throat.
It came out my nose and I can’t get rid of the smell.
It wasn’t yet 8:30 and I was making a mad dash to the men’s room.
It could have been the two gas station sandwiches I needed last night around 9:30-ish. I thought egg salad and tuna was a good choice; quite possibly an oversight on my part.
It may have been the same three thoughts I’ve been juggling in my head that are seemingly driving me mad with each synapse that fires.
It couldn’t have been any alcohol or drug related substances because the only thing I had before bed was a half pint of strawberry ice cream. Happy St. Patty’s Day.
It couldn’t have been my over enthusiasm when I remembered that in my dream last night appeared Larry David himself.
It couldn’t have been that it’s Friday.
It may have to do with a hundred things to accomplish in a short amount of time with no assets to help me accomplish them.
It probably has to do with the moon.
It seems to me that Archer Farms makes a terrible Red Raspberry yogurt and could very well have caused this morning’s explosion.
Whatever it was - I feel like shit on multiple levels.
I’m simply glad it’s Friday though, I really don’t think I could have done another day. Seriously. Either way though, I know I’m not the only one that struggles and my struggles are relatively low compared to others. That should be humbling, but I have my head so far up my ‘awesome’ ass, it’s hard to see the light of day. ~M
It came out my nose and I can’t get rid of the smell.
It wasn’t yet 8:30 and I was making a mad dash to the men’s room.
It could have been the two gas station sandwiches I needed last night around 9:30-ish. I thought egg salad and tuna was a good choice; quite possibly an oversight on my part.
It may have been the same three thoughts I’ve been juggling in my head that are seemingly driving me mad with each synapse that fires.
It couldn’t have been any alcohol or drug related substances because the only thing I had before bed was a half pint of strawberry ice cream. Happy St. Patty’s Day.
It couldn’t have been my over enthusiasm when I remembered that in my dream last night appeared Larry David himself.
It couldn’t have been that it’s Friday.
It may have to do with a hundred things to accomplish in a short amount of time with no assets to help me accomplish them.
It probably has to do with the moon.
It seems to me that Archer Farms makes a terrible Red Raspberry yogurt and could very well have caused this morning’s explosion.
Whatever it was - I feel like shit on multiple levels.
I’m simply glad it’s Friday though, I really don’t think I could have done another day. Seriously. Either way though, I know I’m not the only one that struggles and my struggles are relatively low compared to others. That should be humbling, but I have my head so far up my ‘awesome’ ass, it’s hard to see the light of day. ~M