this morning #54.

this morning, “mr crankypants” was just aimlessly shuffling around the apartment with his face sagging, mumbling to himself about god knows what…something in german. his tousled hair had no place in his neatly-buttoned-up lifestyle. it was true that, with months of careful practice, his life had finally become manageable. it had also become tedious. with each mounting slight, his true nature, his general distaste for society bubbled up. age was a bitch, continuously tugging at his limbs & poking at all the spots in between. tennis was out of the question. no miracle pill hawked by century city central casting would change that now.