you ever get into a bad mood and suddenly you try and explain it to yourself by making it fit the rhyme scheme of Green Eggs & Ham? it never works, but that happens fairly often in my head.

my saturday was needlessly ruined, and a short time ago i thought i started to hear things shuffling under all the paper on my table. it reminded me of the noises the cockroaches made in dhaka. i ignored it. i heard it more. i lifted every piece. there is nothing there.

this has only added to my annoyance.

when i wake up, im going to make a phone call, then im getting the fuck out of here for the day.