I woke
up this morning, looked in the mirror, and was amazed that I had gotten even
better looking than yesterday. This isn’t
vanity or conceit, it’s just a fact. I
was struck by how sexy I was, and I was suddenly tempted to become self-gay, if
such a thing is possible.
Of course I
could barely see through the sleep that was still clouding my eyes, and I was
having to squint at the bathroom light that was blinding my overly-sensitive
pupils, so I could have in fact been looking at the swan painting on the wall
or the flower arrangement on our sink.
Either way, something in that bathroom was giving off major “How you
doin?” vibes.
