Triglycerides. Alas!

I’ve got to get this written, this assignment of the week.
Alas, I’m stuck in quick sand.
I’m sinking! My will is growing weak!
My thoughts are in a frenzy, colliding with my walls.
My words are getting nowhere.
No where

at all is just a bridge to take me from up there to here.
Oh. Dear..dear...

Dear April,

I write this note in regards to your most recent assignment of triglycerides. Although initially the word seemed fascinating and challenging, by this point I find the word repulsive. After:

1) pondering on triglycerides incessantly (i.e., while washing dishes, cleaning bathtubs, swinging on porch swing, cooking meals, watching Olympics, sitting on toilet);

2) Googling 'triglycerides' for clarity, and;

3) desperately and blatantly asking my son (your cousin Joe*) “what do YOU know about triglycerides?”, I must with grandiloquent regret conclude that I am not capable of completing my assignment of the week.

Yours uninspiringly,

Aunt Kelli Kelli with the big fat belly **
As called by her brothers two.

*denotes low triglycerides.
**denotes high triglycerides.
Boo-Hoo. Boo-Hoo. Boo-Hoo. :(