If I don’t do basic grooming activities that involve admitting that I’m living soon, my skin will begin to slough off my bones, and the insects will form a loose network of anarcho-syndicalist unions with politics that won’t really necessarily always immediately line up with my own.

However, this total degloving will cause me to become too sexually attractive, which would be really inconvenient and awkward – so despite being in favor of unions in general whether I support all of their positions as well as slow-cooking in my own mammalian entropy, and awkwardness to boot, I’d do well to do something about this.

I miss having my shit together at all.