bemuse

it strikes me, as i struggle to tear open the packaged bag (with damaged perforation, just like every bag before it in this box) of tea that is supposed to help put me to sleep-- with its spearmint and chamomile and licorice and, oh yes, plenty of valerian root-- that almost everything is funny.

it might be that everything is funny, and if something isn't, you need to be kicked in the shins by a small child.




or something.