What Is Totally kicking your A$$ Right now?

the enemy in game, we just lost

 

Just had a scoop of strawberry and peach sherbet. It was delicious

 

I can help you with that, call for suggestions! I've had the same problem myself for years.

 

Menieres.

 

Heartburn

 

4 ft is impressive. The most i ever took down was two foot longs at Subway.

what do you put on your subs?

I like lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, black olives and mayo.

 

8:30pm. March 9, 2015.

The night of this present day & the morrows morn shall be considerable in liner extent.

Figuratively speaking.

 

12:10am. March 10, 2015.

Endogenous attention level waning. Listless meter pinging. Sociability abating.

Inertia imminent.

 

1:35am. March 10, 2015.

Exhaustion exceeded. Predicting neurotic transmission sequence.
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… awaiting distress.
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… Neurosis engaged.

T-minus 3 hours & counting.

 

1:43am. March 10, 2015.

Have mercy on me, highly acoustic, overly white, sterile room.

As for you, seemingly dilated, time co-ordinating machine, raise your game. Don't make me compare your rate with the hyperfine transitions of a cesium-133 atom.

 

2:25am. March 10, 2015.

I'll deal with your gravitational mass dissociation dysfunction at a later date, seemingly dilated, time co-ordinating machine. (Hereby known as DC-OM time)

 

3:02am. March 10, 2015.

Soft & blunt lethargic impulses. It would please me to slowly slide on these highly polished tables.

On my belly.

Accordingly.

*note to self, never leave home at night without large, heavily tinted polarising spectacles. Preferably goggles.

 

3:45am. March 10, 2015.

Despite strong inclinations to give forth loud, moaning, proboscidean-like vibrational disturbances, & propel this last dried fig at a high, alas nonlethal velocity directly towards the plump cranium of the aspiring percussionist periodically shaking his Tic Tacs like wounded maracas, I remain surprisingly chivalrous & mannerly.

 

4:38am. March 10, 2015.

A prosperous termination of endeavours. Thank the immortal Goddess.

I shall now call first a cab & then a polysomnographist. I plan not a minute less than 24 hours of unmitigated torpidity.