Isn't there a bag or something?

Standing calf deep in the ocean it's hard to keep your balance. Waves push you around and pull you in directions you didn't intend to go. Ah yes, much like life. (saw that metaphor coming, didn't you!!)

Having fun yet? Ok... here's another one for ya... If you close your eyes, I know you'll be able to smell this: the undeniable smell that your vaccum cleaner bag is full. It's kinda that burning dust stintch that makes you feel like you're making a bigger mess than the act of vaccumming is cleaning up.

Clearly, my brain thinks in metaphors. And, it generally spins aimlessly on the things I wish God had thought to add to the human creation if he'd put in a little overtime on the 7th day. Maybe just until lunch?

Surely my entire existance on this spinning spiral of earth would be a little bit better off if there were just a secret compartment to open and change the bag or something! Ah, the relief to know that when I start to have that burnt dust smell,I could just pop in a new-crisp-flat-unused-innocent bag that doesn't even yet know that it was created just for the purpose of collecting my dust.

Seriously... just until lunch?! Do I have to think of everything?