Teatro Triste del Clown

Man, I am angry. I mean, fuming at the temples angry. Anger is dripping down my face like syrup down waffles. I mean, I am really, truly pissed off. Every molecule of my body is screaming in fury, like a chorus of munchkins. If you walked by me, you would hear their angry ballad. I feel like i have a massive build up of stomach gas - like I really need to belch or something - but instead of it being in my stomach, it is everywhere all over my body.

This must be what it is like to be well rested.