Twitchy…
On edge.
On the brink.
The horizon is looming over.
The straw that’s likely to break the camel’s back…
And I have to stop and wonder, just how much straw would it actually take to break a camel’s back? And how, exactly is that straw packaged? Like, is it pressure packed into little packages such that it will sit on the camel’s back? And just how would you put straw on a camel? I dunno, its just that I’ve worked with straw on numerous occasions and a camel doesn’t seem to be the handiest way to go about transporting it. I suppose its a regional thing, though.
At any rate, I’m ever amazed, because I feel utterly twitchy, like if one more thing were to happen, or if one more person were to open their mouth and make sound come out of it I might just explode.
And, as per usual, I don’t.
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