8:36, Thursday

And I'm like a freshly peeled onion, which is more of the same layer after layer, but with each uncovering a stronger assault on sensitive pores.  Its a force that you can't really avoid, and your only defense is to walk away.

AND I'M LIKE A MACHETE CLUTCHING A CHAINSAW.

and in reality I'm just mourning the demise of my really nice rug at the hands of a stranger's boobery and how people always seem to take advantage of me and how I will never win the lottery.  Unless its the lottery of the Litany of Small Downers With a Side of No Breaks. I've got an annuity from that one.

I'm like equal thirds of a mess of runny eggs, the gauntlet at the car wash and a sure-footed deer.  Anyone want to try for a visual of that?

What are you equal thirds of right this very second?