No pain, no...pain.
Wondrous moments of flippancy and debauchery last night. Flickr'd the tipsy snaps, per request.
Did the canyon this morning in an attempt to make it up to my body for the toxic windfall of my favourite Irish pub. Owww. I forgot how...bright...it is up there. It was as though my glycogen pulled the covers up and grunted meanly, and all my body had to burn was beer.
I feel remarkably better now, of course. Have to speak to that glycogen later.
Modest Mouse is healing me. The ocean breathes salty, and I want to breathe with it right now...