Eating words

Tonight, the first night ever, I ate my words right after I spit them out. That is a record. And I was totally caught off guard.

Tonight, I also learned that there is serenity in keeping my mouth shut. If I had done so, in the first place, maybe my tummy wouldn't hurt so much.

And there's a sad truth in expectation- that you may get what you want or you get what you don't want. Either way, I'm a little scared to find out which one will be thrown at me.

And maybe you're right, Pecker, it might be a sign to sleep on it.