A-Musing Me-anderings: daily grind, mind games...

Primary, secondary affects - life in the waiting room...

Prior to (re)entering: The principal's office, where else would I spend so much time waiting...after being told, "Make your-self at home, you're gonna' be here a while...enough time to contemplate your future, your fate, for what you have, have not done, what landed you here...once AGAIN!"

Bracing My-Self: If it worked for Ernest Brace -- who detailed the coping strategies he utilized while in eight years of captivity during the Vietnam War (eventually finding himself in the same cell as future Senator John McCain), which included working out complicated math equations and replaying movies...all in his head, given the extremely limited space and unpredictable amount of time -- then maybe, just maybe, I could borrow from these heroic examples, while I was...

"Cooling My Jets..." Possessive form of "Cool your jets, son...you're not going anywhere for a while...and don't try that "I have a need, a need for speed" crap, I've seen both Top Gun Movies, three times each and have every line memorized...and don't try to call on your buddy with the so-called call sign Goose...your goose is cooked now! It's time I put on complete halt to all this non-scents..."

"YOU in a heap of trouble, boy!" (What else could I think, feel, after being outgunned, outmaneuvered by this dude...he's actually pretty skilled, for a newbie, a "new sheriff in town!" after We managed to run the last one out...) But just when he thinks I've run out of ammo, the foregoing line from 007 "Live and Let Die" gave me yet another way out of this, as in "Home James..." 

[Sic], ill-intended : "I don't feel so well, I think I'm about to be sick...I actually meant to have my mother call in for me today..." Well, if it worked for Ferris (if I need to tell you his last name you get a B minus for "Bueller,..") who made calling in sick a brand, whose craft rose to a level that was even ill-feted, as in people lining the streets to hail (help heal?) him -- a parade, complete with confetti. "Nice try son, but I gave that film that rose to cult level for all you sickies ass-iduous study, and your attempt at faking is now ill-fated, at best...you'll have to come up with something else..." 

Pre-emptive Principal Ponderings: All this, in my vast store-house, other-wise referred to as my "inner child" that the one I am growing weary of waiting for (strategic?) is about to attempt suppression...as in placing contents under pressure...😢😡

"The principal will see you now..." 

"I gotta go to the can, man!" 

"Too late for that son; you'll just have to hold it a while longer..."

Next, what You've been waiting for: The after affects - now principled, but remaining un-deturd.