This morning I broke my Germanesque routine of shower, coffee, stand in place for 2 minutes to signal crap time... then crap.
Well this morning my stupid mom calls right in prep time. I got off track and got in the car to go to work and missed my chance...
No matter what I did, or how hard I pushed... Nothing... Not even a pity fart...
So all day I could think of nothing else... That bloated feeling like you ate a goddamn bag of expanding marshmallows. Cant eat. Cant think. A lot of sweating...
I fear this could ruin my week. Something like this can de-rail me.