I’m back.  None of it was fun. In fact, I hated it.  I hated it so much.

The lights have been turned out, shades drawn, and whale sounds are on repeat.

Dehydration has set it and my eyes feel like, at any moment, they’ll pop clear of my head. My eyes.

I considered turning on the Oi Noi Boi Rio Slow, but it’s not on.  Thank goodness.  I don’t think I could handle it.

All is not well.  Send soup, Sam.  Send soup.