The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee

The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee's article on Kafka's diaries for Bookforum was due in 8 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. She put agave nectar on her pasta. She ate her pasta. She accidentally headbutted her bowl and pasta fell on the keyboard. She absently thought either "fuck," or "shit," or something, she honestly wasn't sure. "Feel like I actually thought something like '[obscenity]' or '[bad word],'" 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 pieces of pasta that were on top of certain buttons she wanted to press and accidentally headbutted a baby blue-whale's body. The baby blue-whale looked at The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee with an intense expression of excruciating pain. The baby blue-whale floated upside down for about twenty feet and hit a turtle and the turtle and the baby blue-whale floated upside-down out-of-view. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee felt afraid and went to MySpace. A piece of pasta was on a button she wanted to press and she headbutted the pasta and the keyboard broke in half and floated upside-down very quickly, because it was made of something that usually floats. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee went to a deli and bought a ginger kombucha and opened it and it fizzed toward her face. The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee laughed. 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 her own brain thinking an immense variety of obscenities including "fuckkkkkk," "shitttttt," "aarrrrghhh" on a subconscious level, resulting in a low-level "white noise"-effect on a conscious level. "What am I trying to think about," thought The "Can't Concentrate" Manatee.