lemonkid

Now...

My feet are cold.

My head is clear.

My belly is full of Chicago-style Deep Dish Pizza.

My body has filtered out all the wine running through my veins.

It's the 2nd day of a damn fine new year.

I'm trying to kill the final boss on Crimson Skies.

Ticktockticktock is here and told me that I broke not one, but two of his toes. Poor man.

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My feet are cold.

My head is full of fuzz. (tylenol helped)

My belly is empty.

My body is filtering out all the wine running through my veins.

It's the first day of a damn fine new year.

That's what you get when you get intoxicated on wine, rather than poetry or virtue.