When the monotenous myopic tasks of an intern span an eight hour day, it makes the intern illiterate in real-world. All an intern would need to do to get home and make some dinner would be to bend space-time and just ride a warped wave down the sidewalk.
After a day-to-day day though, one doesn't want the day-to-day. All the energy that was in the eyes wants to re-join the rest of the body. The scrutiny on the tiniest meaning wants to stop analyzing at all costs.
A good remedy would be to use telekinesis to lift the birds of paradise, and use them to smash car windows. this would be done with no malice or joy, but a neutrality backed by extreme energy and efficiency.
Another great thing to do would be to pick up a fat white duck and say yell: "I always wanted to pick up a duck!"
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I attribute this video to my desire to smash car windows with a flower. A favorite teacher of mine in high school, Alain Antoine, linked me to this.
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