I just arose. I walked into the kitchen to check the time, saw that I had slept enough, grabbed a can of diet Pepsi and went to set it on the counter top. But missed. It landed on the floor with the explosive force of a low yield weapon of mass destruction spewing its chemical poisons over an unavoidably large portion of the kitchen floor, into the hallway, staining their surfaces the color of dried blood, projecting them up my full six feet height from my bare feet, up my bare legs, up onto my tee shirt, up yet onto my face and eyeglasses. Good morning-uh.