She kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground. Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go.
Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away. Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week. They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.