“The laws of aerodynamics prove that the bumblebee should be incapable of flight, as it does not have the capacity (in terms of wing size or beats per second) to achieve flight with the degree of wing loading necessary. Not being aware of scientists ‘proving’ it cannot fly, the bumblebee succeeds under ‘the power of its own ignorance’…”
I’ve had a summer cold for the past week and a half. I’m tired of blowing my nose when its seventy, eighty degrees outside. I bought some Benadryl at the corner store before work last night. It was a mistake. Little did I know, regular Benadryl is not non-drowsy. After ingesting the pills, I became very drowsy. I think they should clearly mark this medicine as drowsy, as I expected it to be non-drowsy. It was in the middle of a Saturday night at the restaurant; I couldn’t go to bed. I had to fight through the drowsiness. I don’t drink caffeine, either. I fought with willpower alone. Under “the power of my own ignorance” I pushed through, but by eleven o’clock I was asleep on the banquette.
Work is going well. I am in the first half of two weeks straight. Sixteen shifts in a row. The food keeps me going. Today for our family meal we ate sausages and peppers on hot dog buns. Afterwords I went to Christina’s and got a cup of peanut butter chip frozen yogurt with crushed peanut butter cups and whipped cream. Thank goodness I shared. For my after-shift dinner, the Low Country Captain dished me up some gumbo over rice. In it was some andouille sausage, okra, and fried oysters. I sopped up the gumbo with grilled bread. Outside a thunderstorm erupted with a downpour. Rather than bike home in the heavy rain, I crawled into the Lava Lounge and stretched out to sleep on the banquette… Fat and drowsy; lights out.
Americans are working themselves in a small hole, driving between holes actually like moles on their highways of asphalt and mole-dust. Leave it be. Drop the ball and run for it!