Can't I?

This job is going to bury me. I can see it already. I've seen it. It happens during the day, right after lunch. Someone texting/driving. They run right through the cones at 45mph and BAM!

Like Emeril might say, after spicing something.

Yeah, I know. Jokes. Ha. It's funny, c'mon. Y'know it's funny. I'm just trying to make light of a back-breaking situation. I. Am. Safe.

I am, really. OSHA and all that. What is it, you might wanna know, that I do for a living? That would cause all this commotion first thing in?

It's up to you to figure it out. If you know me already, then you know.

Enough said of all that. I am settling into a posture that is more relaxing. I need to sit down and tell you what I wanna talk about. But I don't think I can bear it today. Sometime around 12 my will to do much other than breathe fell short.

And as such I leave you. Breathless.