You know why I think an education in science would be great? You could investigate the great mysteries of the human condition. Like why I can't pee and blow my nose at the same time.

The sight of myself suspended over the lake, mid-dive in viscous summer heat.
The rhapsodic feel my mouth acquires devouring mind-stunning food.
The variously eclectic collection of people I refer to as friends.
Clean sheets, cold water, skin.
The transporting buzz of knowledge.

What have I done to deserve all this?

How utterly vile to gold-card one's self through life. Procuring fluff from the gogglebox 24/7 courtesy of the blending of stipmalls and airwaves. Gaze upon your heavenly pate and be amazed.

Oh my, but the girl is nasty tonight.

Navy Blue. Fit only for flight attendants and menopausal women.

"Shebang"
According to the OED: n. 1 an operation or set of circumstances.
It certainly is.

So right.

In a bout of drunkenly lucid dementia, I saw George W B on the tarmac astride his trusty mount, (foaming at the mouth with incalculable revolutions of his lonely neuron randomly rotating in his skull), at the apex of his toychest of fighters hailing them on in his (un)holy crusade to crush the entire planet, starting at the letter i. His single cerebral cell coaxes him into promised infamy and quite possibly the post of Baseball Commissioner...not yet realizing that unlike Tiny Toons, we won't pop back from annihilation heralded by a cute, single-syllable sound. And quite suddenly the dam bursts and the collective tether of the human psyche bursts onto the scene with a resounding "No fucking way...are you out of your goddam mind?!?!"

'Course it'll never happen, but children still like to dream.

Sweet dreams, sweetie. Sweet dreams.