Thoughts of a man in distress.
oh man, i'm feelin the urge to get a root beer. but that would require me to get up... And roll out of my warm, soft, safe bed? i don't think so... But that root beer would be amazing right now. the gentle mist of foam as you pull the tab. watching the root beer haze float off the surface, waiting for something to sweep it away. and that first taste of root beer is almost worth getting up for.still, the fact that i have to leave such a comforting place is very discourageing. hmmmm... now that i think about it, root beer has been with me for many occasions. like getting accepted to college, last night of my highschool theater carreer,last highschool choir concert, last day of school,and many others. i think i owe it to the root beer. to cherrish it while it is still in my hand. and when it's gone, to savor the lingering flavor for as long as possible. and i think i owe it to many people that i should remember them as i drink my root beer. and with that... i believe i shall rise to the occasion... (oh man, i'm sore....)