Restaurant Reapings 1

With the cross purposes of taking up the slack of my composition and by the way taking some snacks as well, I dragged my feet into the Mc Donald restaurant and randomly picked a seat at a corner on the second floor. Somehow having omitted both handset preordering and spot ordering, I took out my mobile phone shillyshally and began to flip through the pages of my writing drafts stored in it. Stingy spacing skimping font size, small screen seizing my sight, both made these passages look drearier and drearier. Confused conception lingering in mind, affected appetite agitating my stomach, both made me feel more and more ill at ease. My visions were roving from boredom to barrenness, my vibes groping between darkness and disorientation. The delicate doodle patterns painted on the wall cannot help out my stranded inspiration; The fresh drafts circulating around the well air-conditioned hall cannot purge the surly stuffiness surrounding my clogged contemplation. Concomitant was a sense of subsidence and stagnation locking onto me and homing in on me step by step. I got to realize it was not just my frame of mind, but the whole frame of physique that were getting enormously encumbered. My hapless buttocks, deeply sagged into the chair and saddled with all these encumbrances, were bearing their full brunt and an ensuing torturous sensation of being tightly pinned while finding no way to dodge this undeserved vicarious punishment that was actually derived from either the smothered smolder of my dining velleity or the snagged threads of my conceptive clues, or rather from both...... Read as double Dutch my fuddled ideas cost much without going Dutch