Muddled

I left my brain to soak in a bucket of Camomile over night, to try and stew out some of the tension. 

In the morning I kicked the bucket over and my sent my cerebrum rolling across the carpet, picking up stray pieces of cat litter as it went. By the time it came to rest against the book shelf, it looked like it had been pebble dashed.

The rest of the day was all, a little to the left//little right/up/down/down/down//right/spacebar/jump.

What?