60 cycles a second pounding the back of my skull

At least the shrimp tempura was good.
It ran off to Aruba with my left temporal lobe.
Now, it feels as though someone has wedged his foot in the orbit of my left eyeball.

This makes me mad

Time for some caffiene.

Taste the displeasure, strong and foreboding, like a day old pot of Folgers' instant. Yes. I really said that. No, you are not excused yet.