I awoke so. sore. this morning, staggering around, moaning as I do, looked at some jive on the puter, took two tylonol and one alieve and fell back under the waves. I woke 3 hours later, the pain mostly a memory.
Prayed/meditated, then called Jimmy, because I was sure that I'd lost his friendship and I really wanted to straighten it out if I could -- I hallucinate this kind of shit all the time, I'm just totally ridiculous. We broke each others balls a few minutes, blue-collar yankee stuff. I love that fuck.