The reading went well.
However, right now I am flying so high from the Vicodin I “borrowed” from my brother and took last night to quiet the agony in my shoulder enough for me to fall asleep that even thoughts of getting as fat as Matthew Perry and having to check myself into rehab aren’t enough to bring me down.
Oh, shit. I just had a thought of my career tanking as much as Matthew Perry’s has after the end of Friends.
Now that’s a bucket of cold water in the face.
Okay, back on earth again.