The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee

The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee's article on Kafka's diaries for Bookforum was due in 6 hours. She stared at her computer thinking about pasta. She had a small, vague urge to eat pasta. She cooked pasta and brought it to the computer. She had a medium-small urge to put agave nectar on her pasta. After putting agave nectar on her pasta, then uncertainly getting a fork, thinking a "spork" would maybe be ideal, she accidentally headbutted her bowl and pasta fell on the keyboard. She absently thought either "fuck" or "shit," or maybe somehow both, she honestly wasn't sure. "I feel like I actually thought something like '[obscenity],'" she thought. "I meant to think 'fuck' probably but my brain didn't produce enough power." The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee remembered her plan from a few hours ago to remove all idiomatic language from her article on Kafka's diaries for Bookforum. She clicked "find and replace" and typed "sort of" and it went to an instance of "sort of." She headbutted the pieces of pasta that lay on the buttons she wanted to press and accidentally headbutted the body of a baby blue-whale, who looked at The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee with an intense expression of excruciating pain, then floated upside-down for maybe 20 feet before colliding against the soft underside of an adult tortoise. The baby blue-whale and the adult tortoise, both upside-down, floated out-of-view. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee felt afraid and went to MySpace and, in an attempt to headbutt a piece of pasta, covered in agave nectar, off a button she wanted to press, she broke the keyboard in half and both halves turned upside-down and floated very quickly, due to its composition and shape, out-of-view. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee went to a deli and bought a ginger kombucha, which fizzed hard, onto her head mostly, when she absently opened it in one motion. A bluefin tuna looked at The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee with a bored expression. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee swam aimlessly at .08 mph for more than an hour without thinking anything and began to hear a noise from somewhere. She focused on the noise and it became a little louder. "Is it a cruise ship?" she thought. "Or something?" The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee realized the noise was coming from her own brain, which seemed to be emanating a myriad variety of obscenities and obscenity-like noises, including "argh" and "grarrr" and "fuckkkk" and "shitttt," on a subconscious level mostly, resulting in a "white noise" of profanity on a conscious level.