I have two things I could do right now:
1) Turn this shit into a self-fulfilling prophecy
2) Throw up
And neither of them seem like very good options.
I will probably end up doing both.
The longer I live, the more gaudy makeup I gain, the bigger my red nose gets, and the curlier and more rainbow-colored my hair gets.
I'm transforming into my true identity: an absolute clown. (And maybe even the whole circus.)