First Smear on the Clean Slate

Since last night’s conundrum involving that mysterious headache, everything just started to spin along with me — like I’m in a washing machine or something. And speaking of washing machine, maybe it’s what I need: a tough washing — you know, to remove the stains and the stench of my messy life. Plus a good dose of bleach, maybe I could pass for a new slate. If anyone could be that lucky.

This morning I awoke to chaos — loud and wild. My head, just recovered from that darned headache, started to whirl. I transformed into a massive boil with a gigantic eye due to shoot out of the pus at a careless blink. Everyone was on the brink of running amuck, including me, though I preferred to wear the chicken mask and stay as far from the war zone as I could for fear of getting hit by a stray bullet.

I didn’t have much sleep. My head is still in a fuzzy state. People around me are inclined to commit violence. I am in frenzy myself. This is one of those days.

Yeah. This, too, shall pass.

~ by arminnehaha on April 20, 2007.