Darlings, I have had the most wonderful day. I hope you all did too, because I am a giving and loving type. It certainly didn’t start out as as a wonderful anything. I woke up with a terrible neck and shoulder ache, the result, no doubt, of being too giving and loving. Or probably from sleeping in a weird Z shape because of Saki. Fucking cat.
Anyway, I decided to take some extra Vicodin, which I try not to do since I take so much regularly, it seems excessive. Possibly because it IS excessive. Still, desperate times call for desperate Vicodin dosages, so I knocked back a couple and climbed on top of my Cold Pack. Do you know of the wonders of Cold Packs? It’s a little pillow filed with antifreeze you keep in the freezer and when your back aches, you lie on it. Heaven. It’s the best thing for bad backs since, I don’t know, ever.
And then as I was lying there I suddenly realized “Man, am I LOADED.” Vicodin wins again.
But wait, it gets better. “How can it get better?” you ask. Impertinent dog. It got itself better because after floating around in a drug and anti-freeze induced haze, I decided to go to the Kabuki Spa and have a massage. One of my favorite masseurs, Gabriel, who is large and vigorous and does this foot thing that is the besty thing your feet will ever have, ever, was available, so I was set.
|Better than this. Imagine.|
Also, the Latino guy with hair like black silk cascading in a ponytail down to the small of his very muscular back. Yes, it’s true.
So, to recap, drugs, ice packs, cute naked guys and a great massage. It’s a wonderful life.