Cleared up in the breadth of fifteen minutes. Nothing you say from here on out will ever make any more sense and it all plays out like the best thing in the world. Time never seemed to be an issue before - always felt as though I had much more of it than everyone else. How the Hell else would I be able to cram so much into a single day?
But now this time is working against me because I'm dealing with someone else's time in addition to my own. My time enters a negative zone. I still think I'm coming out on top.
Who buys their kid a monkey for his fifth birthday? Really? And then shoots it in the head? Come on, now...
Need to get my creative flow up and running again. It's stopped like a bad drain. Need to pull out the Chewbacca-sized lump of hair that's making me unable to process anything requiring an abstract thought.
Ugh. I think a had a birthday party at McDonald's for my fifth birthday. I remember not liking it. Too many kids I didn't even know all that well. I would have rathered had my party in the woods instead of wearing those horrible cardboard crowns.