My Room Is White

If it were pinball, it would all be so much more fun. Instead, it's shuffleboard, all floaty and semi-lucid, but not without an element of frustration and detachment to rival that of a chessboard with only three sides. If somebody spills something, every towel at hand would be required for the clean up, and god help you if it's laundry day. That damned little german lady only speaks spanish, and she always shorts you a few dimes when you ask for quarters. That elmer's glue you used to use in 2nd grade to put together construction paper dinosaurs would sure come in handy right now, but all they carry is that super glue that you can't help but get two fingers stuck together with. It took 38 minutes of soaking in much-to-hot water to get them apart last time, and you dread having to do that again. However, it's still got to get done, and there really is no kill like over-kill. Holding out for a decent game of pinball seems like a much better idea. Know what? Forget it. Volleyball in the backyard. Everybody's family in that one, so there's no fear of embarrassment.