The other shoe is about to drop from the Ass-Cancer Incident of last month. The Man with the Knife is comin' tomorry for that ass-cancer, and it's slice-a-ma-dice time for old Captain TMI.
I'm going to be laid up for a few days in a dreamy haze of painkillers. I think it's more than a little sick that I'm actually kind of looking forward to it.
The good news: I write real crazy on Vicodin.
(PS, friends and relatives: It's not actually ass-cancer. That's a gallows-humor deal. What it is, is just...brrrr!)