Howling at the moon

i woke at 6am from a dream about walking a girl back to her kayak. the kayak was her mode of transportation to and from school, but this is beside the point.

the point is that i drove home from the opening last night tired, bloated and bothered, half-dreading the morrow. i had a tummy full of chocolate milkshake and grilled cheese sandwich (with tomato). the source of the discomfort, however, was not the dairy;

i was suffering from an overload of douchebaggery.

(i talked to her while he rambled in the background.)

how is this possible? how is this possible? how is this possible?