Wow-- fever nearly into the hallucination stage, I think. Or if not, I'm in serious trouble with smurf loan sharks.
It's all fine until somebody breaks a toe.
Dosing up on vitamin C and drinking crab juice to help keep the wolves at bay. Unfortunately my onion fell off of my belt somewhere near the fish tank, and my religion forbids me to punish whoever is responsible.
I know this makes sense in some sense.
It seems when I hallucinate, I hallucinate about women.
I don't know why.
Or maybe I do.
