Mumble mumble.. mumble mumble.. mumble mumble screwed.. mumble mumble totally banged.. mumble completely bonked! I raised my head to the overwhelmingly irritated (which was getting irritating) figure of Goddess whom, I thought, was soon to start a journey towards the center of the earth now that the traces of her constant pace started to look like the beginnings of a dike on the sand. She had dragged me out of my family's triplex soon after our arrival to the summer house and embroiled me in this monotonous monologue that had been going on for the last 15 minutes and was made up of the technicolored synonyms and derivatives of the word "fucked". I sighed as silently as I could so as not to sound as if I was getting bored but ennui is the inevitable outcome of a circumstance that seems to process in circles instead of an ascend towards the climax (tell me!).