There are presently razor blades made of fire and sadism cutting my uvula and grinding mercilessly at rest of my throat every time I swallow. It sucks. It could be all the Tuvan throat singing I’ve been working on recently. Who knows. And as long as there’s NyQuil™ (which, thank fuck,there is), who cares.
N.P.: “Always With Me, Always With You” – Joe Satriani
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