I run into walls and didn't wipe away all the *** when I stood up from the toilet seat.
Angry too, because some days mock us. I barely stopped myself from paying 8K in income taxes for being in a hurry to do something I was too anxious to get done.
And we are all angry, for being so mediocre, but without any other thing to praise I look up to granola for being the perfect compliment to six o'clock Jameson's.
Later I will grade myself a D minus for calling this creativity, and stop asking so many questions.