The Bloody Doors Off

I had a simple choice to make: have lunch (salad) or take an hour nap.

This should’ve taken 30 seconds, most, to decide.

It took me over five minutes.

Settled on the salad.

Of course you need a drink to go with that. I chose chocolate milk. That only took thirty seconds.

And five seconds to spill it all over me and the floor.

Clearly the universe’s way of saying ‘wrong choice, assbutt‘.