Ramblomatic

I have been invaded.

Some malicious Creature - from whence, I know not - has nested in my stomach; its appetite consists solely of Sprite and Wheat Thins.

Finding myself thus incapacitated, I took a visit to the local apothecary to discover if such an elixir may exist which could satisfy (or at least distract) the Beast. "Aye," he replied, his only good eye bulging maliciously in its socket, "there be such a Remedy. But," he continued, in scarcely a whisper, "be ye forewarned - that which quells the Beast within, makes dumb the Beast without!"

And so, my predicament: to attempt, perhaps ill-advised, to court his unusual appetite, and in so doing, perchance make something of the day? Or, to seize that dark potion, and drink full the black draught of Lethe, losing a full day's labour?