An interesting week.

Your hostess has spent most of it in various states of debilitating pain* and in various states of stoned on either oxycontin a.k.a. hillbilly heroin** or muscle relaxers shaped like little home plates***. It has also been very sunny out.

Notes:
*various states of debilitating pain: Once in a while, when I reveal to someone that I have been in quite literal chronic pain for the last 11 years or so, I am told that you wouldn't know it from talking to me. I also sometimes get this reaction like a hybrid of resentment/anger and I will admit this is in some cases justified. Hell, everyone has their pain and there's no need for me to be all emo about it. Anyways, I'd like to think that no one should be in constant pain, and I'd be as upset about it if it was your back, Bruce Willis.

**various states of stoned on oxycontin a.k.a. hillbilly heroin: I still have these from when I got my wisdom teeth out. Thing is, no one told me these were Mighty Painkillers--mighty insofar as I have experienced pain drugs. This fun little secret was kept from me because oxycontin is a loopily-narcotic prescription that my straightedge parents had to give me or else I'd bleed when I talked. (Really though, has anyone's parent ever said, "Junior it's not all bad. This the doctor gives you will make you see even more colours!") Mouth-healed and minus four teeth, I saved them for times like these when the pain really feels like there's an army of hamsters marching in kleats across bare muscle and bone. 20 pills remained after I recovered from my teeth; in the four years since I've used 14. That's a legitimate rate.

***muscle relaxers shaped like little home plates: Go Team Muscle Relaxers! They don't make me do or say any funny things though; they make me fall asleep immediately so my back can learn to love again.