Write about: ups and downs.
My down: Max has kindly shared his cold with me.
My up: the deck, it be finished at last:
Assuming this cold doesn't result in my nose being amputated, I'd say the up outweighs the down today.
What goes up, must come down. That's what they say, right? Whoever in the world they might be. Big government, probably. Maybe the police. Not worth thinking about, really - it's one secret I'll never uncover.
Anyway. Ups and downs, that's what I'm talking about. Everything that reaches for the sky drops back to Earth eventually. Even the stuff that seems like it's successfully escaped gravity.
Gravity is some kinda powerful, huh?
It's just a matter of time, I guess. Which means all those forks and knives I flung up and stuck into the ceiling have to come tumbling down at some point.
And you just gotta know, with my luck, it'll be right after Mom and Dad get home from work...