Some days, things just don't feel right, like you've swallowed fistfuls of butterflies and peacock feathers, and now you've got this fever going. You can't think straight, can't make out just what's going on right in front of jittering eyes, everything shape-shifting and morphing. And you get those damned sweats again, those damned rainbow sweats.Some days, you've gotta just roll with it, no matter how weird it gets.
