Clean

I'm realizing that I'm not really sure what the word relax means. I guess I think it means to do nothing. But doing nothing isn't relaxing for me. Knowing that I've accomplished something; cleaned the house, finished all the laundry, etc and that at the end of the day I can sit on my couch, and look around and know that there is nothing to do, is relaxing. Okay so I maybe I just can't relax until the house is clean. Well shit.

Racing

My heart races.
My head spins.
My stomach turns.
I can't think straight.
This was a bad idea.
I knew I shouldn't have had that last energy drink...

Warm Body

The fan is on high-super-ultra fast-go mode, but I'm ignoring it. The heater is on, doing it's best to heat the 1000 square foot studio, but I'm ignoring it. I've got such a feeling of contentment that the only thing on my mind is the warm body I'm laying my head on, and the blanket covering us both. There should be more days like this.

Payback

Tired. Fighting sleep. Sleep? What's that? I can sleep when I'm dead. I've got things to do, work that need doing. Sleep, sleep. NO! I needs to get up and finish.. what was I getting up for...? OH! Right, I needed to finish, but maybe if I do this first... wait what was I doing again....? I give up. Okay body, you win. The bed looks so inviting, feels so soft, and warm.
I tried to tell you that you needed to sleep more, now I will enact my revenge!
I'm wide awake now. Thinking about the day and everything that happened. Fuck. I hate you brain.
Payback is a bitch. 

Home Wrecker

"Wow look at these bananas! They're huge!"
"Which ones?" My coworker asked.
"These ones!" I held up one of the seven inch monstrosities.
She grinned at me. "Home wreckers."

Wet Peanut

I can picture it in my mind, the store I work at. The fresh wet smell still lingers though it has been over a week since they repainted the walls. There was an attempt at offsetting the bright red, by painting the opposite walls slate grey. Unfortunately the end result was more smoky bar, than welcoming convenience store. 
From behind the register I can see the coolers. Milk water, energy drinks, pop, and beer, all tucked in to their fridges at a nice crisp thirty two degrees. Assorted snacks, and household sundries are scattered through out, with an full wall devoted entirely to a variety of truck driver needs.
Over all of that hovers the smell of fryer food, a sort of wet peanut smell, which disturbingly enough tends to follow me home.

If-Than-Duh!

If --- than --- Duh!
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If money grew on trees it wouldn't be so hard to come by.
If TV weren't so damned interesting, we would all be more productive.
If you could eat just one Pringles they would only sell one at a time.
If the bed stayed made, than no one ever got in it.