There have been moments, and, in fact, days of my life where I have felt better than I do right now.
Much better. Significantly better. Muy bueno. Tres bien.
(Neither of which are literal translations of anything.)
I am consistently drugged, and have been for the last forty-eight hours, all in hopes of recovering some sort of state of physical health or poise.
Not that I expect said attempts to help, but...
Wow. Tylenol PM is fun.
NyQuil is, too.
Kelley sleepy.
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