Mishap

Days like this one should be banned.
Cannot get the slightest rest.
Dictionaries are at hand,
but I slowly get depressed.

Sousing coffee, popping pills,
trying tea of every kind.
Feels as if my cranium frills,
rushing, rumbling, that's my mind.

Could I twist this sentence, here?
Just one single tiny bit?
Nope. It surly does appear,
to need TWO parts more to fit.

Had I never started to
try, what I was never meant
to perform, it's for the loo.
And I'm starting to repent
this presumptuous craze of mine.

Reappraising every line.

The word count stays at:
99.