Those Times When You Aggravate Yourself

It’s that dreaded day again.

When I realize it’s coming, I choose to procrastinate, postponing the chore as long as possible, dreaming about how to live without them, wishing mind over body really worked in this instance, but the pressure becomes too intense. Breathing is cumbersome, the headache interferes with work. My eyes start to squint, making me look like Lee Van Cleef dueling against Clint Eastwood in an old spaghetti western — and hey, if you don’t know what those movies are, you’ve got some American cinema history to catch up on.