Ham Sammich.

I think perhaps the spinal tap I endured last week sucked more than protective fluid from my brain. I cannot seem to organize my thoughts in any satisfactory way. Then again, the recovery has been somewhat brutal. The headaches that result from that procedure are agonizing, and unfortunately, since clear fluid doesn’t clot like blood, the fluid continues to drip out from between your vertebrae long after the heavy gauge needle is slowly slid out of your spine. Eventually the tissue does close. However, until then, focusing sight on pretty much anything without a girlish yelp is nigh impossible.

Despite this, the past weekend will go down in history as one of the most completely insane, exhausting, and sublime couple of days I have experienced in a long time, if ever.

I abuse myself terribly, but it’s all in good fun. At first…

With that said,

Out to Lunch. Be back in an hour.

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