Like when you accidentally drop your lunch on the floor in front of all of your co-workers, so you can’t even five second rule it.
Or when you trip over a shoe that totally wasn’t there last night on your way out the door and rip your pants.
Or when someone blocks the whole aisle with their stinking shopping cart impeding your forward motion, making you ground-stomping angry.
Those are the days you need a little sloth.
The rage is beginning to leave, Drew D.
Feeling like things are looking up some, Bradley Ireland Productions and Sloth Sanctuary!
Breath is slow and easy, now, Phillie Casablanca.
Happy thoughts are replacing the gloom, hotshotjen.
And now, zen has been achieved, gmnomic.
