I’m in big trouble. My wife is sending me pictures of cute puppy dogs to make me feel better.
Where’s the slime? The chitin? The tentacles? How is this supposed to cheer me up?
Anyway, I’ve been trapped in the hospital overnight, and this morning they promise to finally give me the really good drugs and turn me into a vegetable for a few hours while they stick knives in my heart, which will be a welcome relief from the excruciating boredom. Then I get to wake up to the pain, which won’t be fun at all. At any rate, this is the scary morning, and the rest is recuperation — I’ll let you all know once I’m semi-functional again. Maybe this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow.