God Will Smite Me for Showing Too Much

Week 50 b

After the convention I’ve been euphoric and restimulating people at work by making inappropriate jokes. Asked, “Why are you so giddy?” I say, “I dropped a lot of acid this morning. It was the only way to get through the day.” To a former priest. Then, later in the week, to a person clienting about her weight and proudly showing off her plate of healthy food and proudly listing all the good things she intended to do to help herself lose weight, I say (while picking up my stapler), “And then the staples.” Because that wasn’t bad enough I added, “I hear you can get it done at Staples.” There’s a Staples across the park.
For being vigorously visible at the convention, and for being manicly, visibly inappropriate at work all week God will smite me. Next week when I fly to see Machi there will be feet of snow, blizzard, frozen airplane wings and I will die and he will be an orphan.