Acting and excitement

And the ever constant supply of entertainment. I guess i could shut it all off and just read, but there it is, buzzing away in the corner like a malcontent. I could feed it some more but he'll only bite my hand off and then what will i do. I've gotta sit still, sometimes that's all I'm really worth. Like chewing on a tough piece of bread, i need a good nothing. See, i need it like i always do, a good shot of nothing breathing up and down my arms, letting the hairs sway like a reverberating sea shanty.