MoodyTunes

I’m not going to lie — it was a strange weekend. I couldn’t sleep, my tinnitus drove me two steps closer to insanity, and the gray, damp weather kept me inside. I was hoping to make this the third Monday in a row with some nice photos but resigned myself to breaking the streak with a lame post about rice krispie treats (a type of treat that I did consume in somewhat large quantities).

Do you ever have those Monday mornings where you feel like something is pushing down on you? I don’t know what it is…a sense of foreboding, a dread of one more day in a cubicle, a hangover from Sunday’s post on Monotony. Maybe a mix. I was considering these and many other questions as I tumbled down the stairs and almost didn’t hear a slight tapping on the front door.

Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap.

At first I thought it was a form of advanced tinnitus. I figured the tiny bones in my ears grew tired of screeching like nano-valkyries and instead started clicking themselves together. But no, this tap-tapping definitely came from the front door.

I slowly pulled on some underwear, my breath caught in my throat like a cockroach in a Raid Roach Motel: skittering, dying, thrashing, but silent-like so you can’t hear anything. It was exactly, literally, totally like that.

Tap. Tap.

I opened the door.

“Hello, Alex.”

“Are you surprised to see us?”

“We’ve come for revenge.”

I have seen the face of evil, my friends. The Peeps have returned, and they are not happy about what happened to their cousins on what they call, in their Peep lore, the Easter Day Peepsacre.

This may be my lsat commnucitan to the wrld. I hope ther is enough time for me to