Death to the thinking brain

Yesterday was long, yes I will admit that, I try not to admit when a day is long because some time near in the future, hiding behind the filing cabinet, maybe stored in the deep crevices of a three whole punch or hidden amongst the fuzz and goo and fragments of chips, salsa, Cheetos, donut sprinkles, dead skin-fingernail-funk-knuckle-scab fragments beneath my keyboard keys lying in wait; there is a chance that another worse and longer day is in store. This, my friend, was yesterday's meeting. Death to the thinking brain; sinara suckers, brain checked out; passport in hand, yellow flowered Hawaiian shirt flowing loosely and a left cerebral cortex wrapped so helplessly around a cocktail glass tipped and topped with a luscious red colored slippery beverage and garnished with the tiniest little umbrella and a jungle of fruit stems staggering about. One ticket to paradise, far away from here. Heaven on earth with an onion slice.....