And I can't figure it out. I want to watch Hee Haw re-runs and eat lemon Jello. I want to wear my Slayer concert tee shirt with fuzzy bunny slippers. I want to eat shrimp puffs while downing tequila shots.
I'm in a mood.
But what I'm really afraid of is that it's a metamorphosis. I'll fall asleep and somehow grow a chrysalis.
Or like Gregor, awake to find myself a cockroach. What does a person feel like before taking on some hideous physical transformation? Do they crave Ho Ho's and tomato juice?
I guess I'm just not feeling like myself.
It doesn't help that where ever I go, people look at me like this:
Hold on while I consult the Magic Eight Ball to see how this will turn out. Hmmmmmmmmm. "Outlook not so good".
Not what I was hoping to hear. Seems strange things are afoot at the Circle K, I mean Chez Quinn. Let's hope it straightens itself out soon. But if you happen to look out your window and see something like this:
You may want to run too.
Disposal by Tara Tyler
4 hours ago