Purely medicinal

Sleep. Snort. Fuck. Not a descrip­tion of my aver­age day, sadly. Only the first of those three really applies to me, in truth. And as I cer­tainly don’t get enough sleep, you can ima­gine what my record for the other two must be like. But I digress. This is SLEEP. SNORT. FUCK. And today’s sleepily snort­ing fucker is me, with a small tablet’s worth of prose entitled Always Read the Label. Hav­ing told you that, I’m off to indulge in an effer­ves­cent Vit­amin C tab­let. I might even be reck­less and have two. Then I’m going to bed early. Phew, rock ‘n’ roll.

[Note: if you haven’t done so already, read the post before this one. Because I don’t remem­ber writ­ing it. Really. I don’t. Not a single word. Impress­ive. Scar­ily impress­ive. Or just scary.]