Have I mentioned that my FACE IS EXPLODING?!
I have.
Well, all right then. Just making sure everyone knows.
That MY FACE IS EXPLODING.
That can be a terrible thing. Take this gentleman right here. His face is very close to exploding. But, as a leader of men, a Senator, he has a staff that will do his exploding for him.
I have no staff. When my face explodes, I have to do it. And now that I've discovered that my treasured red pills stimulate my primitive andrenals into thinking that I'm about to get jumped by a saber - tooth, I must suffer through.
I have, however, found the Ayr Mentholated Vapor Inhaler. It is the crack of menthol. I bought mine from a skinny guy on a street corner with a gold tooth and nasal passages the size of Montana. I stuck it up my nose and snorted laser - hot beams of sinus - expanding goodness directly into my cerebrum. Soon, I'll be reclining on a chaise in a eucalyptus den, writing fevered poetry:
In Hoboken did Kubla Khan
A stately menthol - dome decree:
Where Vicks, the sacred rub, smeared
Beneath red noses stuffed and weird
On faces all snotty.
I have also plugged a SudaCare Nighttime Vapor - Plug into the bedroom wall socket. It's made by the good folks at Pfizer, who, it turns out, also manufacture the brand - name version of pseudoephedrine. So the architects of my adrenergic wackiness are also providing me with a vaporous sleeping environment.
Tomorrow I will boil 30 grams of Reishi mushroom slivers, and make my healthful shroomy tea. It'll be awhile before it kicks in, though... so I've got another couple of days of eye - bugged misery to stagger through.
But enough about my mucoid head!
How are you doing?
