T R U T H

Anonymity. The crepe noir of the 'Teens. Not talkin' about "I can call you an asshole and you don't know me" anonymity, but more like "only the people I care about mean anything to me about opinions." Can you picture transplanting potted flora and fauna into new pots and getting a woodie? It sounds serious but it's more about gathering in the sheaths than dramatizing chronic fatigue. OK, so the air deflates and the womp-womp noise of a flat tire is your current theme song, it's all manageable. Seriously, I'm sitting here semi-upright,  pretty much ready to recline and watch a movie and writing this because it sits atop the thoughts  that are spiralling. It becomes the script where Ben Affleck says that I, me - I'm cast as Alfred Pennyworth. I bring to the part a lifetime of anti-Batman accomplishments including creating a french drain that never surrendered, slid sideways thru 5 lanes of traffic and even drove in front of an 18 wheeler just to determine if I'd land on my feet. Diane Keaton wasn't available to play my girlfriend so I kissed the sky. Ergonomics is the foremost aspect of watching a movie in your underpants and if that needs explanation you can't handle the truth. Tomorrow I'll make a new promise effective tomorrow. I probably should have sold Amway.

lo phys today <5