52/155: Nox Turn

I'd like a second beer to wash down the second French bread pizza I just ate, but that would surely be a bad idea. Yet delicious and refreshing. That's the way it often is with bad ideas. The moment's delight must be paid for later. I'd surely need to wake and piss more often. The alcohol would likely make me feel the unpleasant heat more intensely. I won't be able to open windows and turn on the fan until almost midnight tonight. In the meantime I sweat, encased in extra heat generated by heating those pizzas. Also a bad idea, but they had to be gotten rid of. I'm going to need the room in the freezer, and it's just going to keep getting hotter and hotter, so saving them for later was an even worse idea. Sometimes things work out that way. None of this is my fault, I tell myself, though I could have eaten those pizzas sometime ago when it was still cool, so it sort of is. But I ought not to beat myself up, because if I start feeling bad about being an old dolt I'll go get that extra beer anyway, which is what I might be maneuvering myself toward right now, so I should just quit while not too far behind. Or too fat behind, which is what I just wrote and had to change. Shut up, dude, just do this:


( Sunday Verse )