You guys wanna hear a fun story?
No Sic, we want your Vagabond shitpost or that EY essay… or maybe if you don’t feel like it a gush post about Healer
Of course you do.
No we said… oh alright

Story Time
So the other evening I was having A Bad Night™, and after a very long hot shower trying to get my brain to shut up I get ready for bed in the complete dark because lights hurt our eyes precious, make the headache worse precious, and then I decide to have panadol (paracetamol) before passing out because screw the headache, except that I, A FOOLISH PERSON, in daze, put arnica cream on my wrists first (because we still have wrist issues yes it has been a year and a half no I don’t want to talk about it) and THEN go to the kitchen to find the panadol. EXCEPT WE HAVE ARNICA CREAM ON OUR HANDS NOW DON’T WE. AND OUR PARACETAMOL COMES IN TRAYS NOW DOESN’T IT. So we have to try and pop the panadol directly into our mouth without touching it so we don’t get a weird numb lip or tongue (because … arnica). I go to do this but then on the second pill cut my frakking lip on the thin aluminium tab of the now open pill on the tablet tray. Oh shit now we’re bleeding. Gulp the water down, get blood on the glass but I don’t find that out till next morning, grab a tissue, slap some papaw ointment on it after finding it somehow in the dark and AH SWEET OBLIVION FINALLY.
Wake up with a nice cut lip, that is healing just fine but really, that’s way too much drama for one evening, Self, chill out.
The End