In grilled cheese.

As in License to (gr)ILL(ed cheese).

Today’s word is: Behavior.

[ bih-heyv-yer ] noun manner of behaving or acting. Psychology, Animal Behavior. observable activity in a human or animal. the aggregate of responses to internal and external stimuli. a stereotyped, species-specific activity, as a courtship dance or startle reflex. Often behaviors. a behavior pattern. the action or reaction of any material under given circumstances: the behavior of tin under heat.

Emphasis on “animal behavior” for the photo.

These kids will turn into fucking hyenas in the presence of packets of fruit snacks.

It’s crazy.

Yesterday was stupid.

I started the day with a pre-workout energy drink thing.

Right at the 30 minute mark of workout my heart exploded with electricity.

My skin was on fire and freezing at the same time.

I got tunnel vision.

I’m fairly certain the collective bioelectric energy most people refer to as a “soul” exited my body and watched all of this unfold.

And then I had a panic attack.

Around 8am I collapsed into a heap on my bed.

I crashed this worldly plane right into Fuck Mountain.

I mean the few minutes of workout before everything went sideways was pretty good.

I was definitely working hard.

Which just added to me feeling like total dogshit the rest of the day.

Or maybe it was that whole package of store-brand Samoas I ate to make me feel look a human being again.

Nah.

Those totally helped.

And Wednesdays are my calm before the Thursday storm.

Goodie.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC