Ow.

Somehow, in the cold light of day, the kitchen floor isn't half as comfortable as might seem the night before. Now the bustrip is done, very long, very hot shower for me.

Thank fuck for the red ambulance, or I wouldn't have been upright this morning.

Shite, was my phone on all night? Who'd I... oh fuck. Kurt? Whatever I said, take it with a grain of salt. Or maybe a whole shaker.