I cried to the imaginary gods

Like Job, I cried to the imaginary gods and asked them to take me with them. To my utter and pleasant surprise I woke up today with a clear mind and a purpose for the next one week.

So I got up and made my bed. Took a shower and trimmed my fingernails and my toenails.

I combed my hair and blended in with the rest of the humans wearily trudging along on the highway that will eventually divide into two, wherein one path leads to imaginary Hell and the other to imaginary Heaven.

I wonder which path I shall pinkypinkyponkymotherhadadonkey choose… sigh