Chicky Cherry Cola

Once upon a time I was having one of those days where things in life make you sick to your stomach whilst at work. For me this is a bad combo due to the fact that when I clean carpets it's like I turn off my brain except for the part that thinks (and that part gets turned on crazy-thinking mode). So there I was thinking a lot about why I felt sick to me stomach and I came up with this wonderful idear. <--- (intentional typo) Solution: vent my thoughts to someone. Dilemma: it was just me and my carpet cleaning machine named Janet. Double Solution: vent through a made up story to myself. Clever? Yes! Crazy? Probably... In my story I was first represented by a prince/knight then by a superhero, but I couldn't think of any legitimately cool/original super powers (the ability to control my bleeding...?) then I was represented by a peasant but I didn't like how that affected my fairy tale so I went back to a prince. I told myself this fairy tale for about an hour and a half. Somewhere in that time I lost my mind (kinda like the time I was reading the Twilight saga... Am I Bella?) Anywho... someday when we're all sitting around the cinders of a campfire I'll relay the fairy tale of Prince Chero. Awesome!