I have been unbelievably clumsy today.  It’s been comical.  And absurd.  Kicked a trashcan whilst trying to make a silent, predawn exit.  Crashed a golf cart whllst ghost-riding the whip.  And then, in an event I shall not describe at all, I went to drink a chocolate shake and somehow ended up covering myself and much of the room with it.  I had to wash my clothes, all my bedding, and my hair.  i had chocolate shake in my right ear.  For my next trick, while I was attempting to clean up the Great Shake Massacre, I spilled a thing of water across most of a desk…you know, the kind with important papers on it?  Ta-da.

Freudians (if there are any of those left around) would say that my subconscious is clearly very pissed off about something that my conscious self is doing and is thus acting out, like a child, sabotaging whatever my conscious self is trying to do.  And they would be right.  My subconscious is in full revolt.

I really wanted to drink that shake.

N.P.: “After Dark” – Tito & Tarantula