I finally got home from work, where I had worked way more hours than a "part-time disability"status should ever entail ..which landed me right in rush hour traffic ..which added another hour to the already over-done day. And, of course I had no groceries in the house so I had to stop and shop for food. Oyfuckingvey!
FINALLY, I got home and made myself a nice refreshing glass of lemonaide--the real kind that requires the actual fruit and a lot of sqeezing of said frut. (And don't forget all that healthy Vitamin C!)
I settled in for some serious lemonaide-swilling TV time. But, first I had to stem the tide of post-surgical funk that suddenly decided it was time to emancipate itself from the inner recesses of my recently hollowed-out head.
So I had to hold tissue to nose and just sit there waiting it out. All the while eyeing the lemonaide sitting on the table looking so sinfully refreshing.
As I rose up to dispose of the tissue I dropped it and it fell right into my tasty lemonaide! ..well, I can only assume it was tasty since I DIDN'T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO TASTE IT!
As the tainted tissue sank into my delicious untouched drink I had to admit--if viewed as an aristic metastatement of my life, it was a fucking masterpiece.