I'm not sick, nah. My head is always on firmly.
But I'm not well. Perhaps it's turned just a hair too far to the left, I don't know but something is wrong.
The thoughts are abnormal. Serious Disturbia. Hmm... I think I'll call you know who for a late night Wal-Mart run. I need to release some stress. I need to laugh, and I need to be overwhelmed by the aisles of goodies at Wal-Mart lol.