Just cinch it
Last night, I dreamt that the streets of San Francisco were all water slides, and I skated to the top of the Fillmore and slid all the way down to the Marina. The sky kept fizzing into different colors: tangerine, cotton candy, azure blue. It was as funky-fun as having sex at a carnival.
Then the alarm clock went off on my first day back to work on Daylight Savings Time, and I had to drag my tired old bidness off to the office. I’m used to being asleep at this hour. I really need to be hooked up to an IV of ginseng and caffeine, f’real, tho’.
