Ever wonder what it would be like to talk like Charlie Brown's teacher for a day?
Sadly, the fates have other plans for me.
Right about now it feels as though the thorny crown of Jesus (a la his crucifixition) has been shoved right into my mouth. Actually, more like a new-age thorny Jesus crown made of metal instead of wood. Same great gashes and tears, without the wooden aftertaste.
Perhaps the pain meds and booze are wearing off.
Perhaps this is the kind of pain men feel when they receive a quick sharp kick to the kajones. Except the pain is in my cheeks. Like a set of aching throbbing cheek kajones.
And the pain meds and booze are working again.