it's never a good idea, is it? it's not like i planned it though. i was sitting here typing like a madman & my stomach goes "hey, i know you're busy and all, but..." so, off i went. sat there for an eon (maybe two) sweating like Giuliani in that picture where his hair dye was running down his face, and "SPLASH!" and i'm like WTF? was that a lung? it sounded HUGE! no, wait, i'm still breathing, got both lungs still yet. whew...finished with the paperwork, got up and flushed and it looked like a fucking anacondas tail slithering down into the pipes! holy... at least i didn't make the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror before coming back to my computer. it's rather obvious that i'm just a wee nudge shy of the madhouse after eating a fist full of shrooms...i love it!
