That doesn’t sound like fun. I envision you as never getting ruffled. Perhaps some Restorative is in order? (This is the second time today that I have suggested the use of props to blur reality. I didn’t need any props—I just didn’t get new glasses. I kind of like things blurry, anyway—everything looks like a Van Gogh without the digitalis effect.)
Off to do chores!
I think Bill is trying to get me to put him on the curb with his guitars and hair products, and a cardboard sign that says, “Will look cute for food.” Then he could write songs about his miserable experiences and be a hugh success.
Apparently it’s difficult to make it as an alternative metal performer if your worst experience in life is having to hang up a towel.