"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


That's It?

I'm alive, and very much so. If it weren't for the all mashed potato diet and the ice pack strapped to my face, I'd hardly know anything happened yesterday. I don't have a chipmunk face or bruises, and as far as I know I didn't even do anything embarrassing or stupid while I was sedated. Success!
I made a week's worth of mashed potatoes last night, and learned that people on hydrocodone who haven't eaten in 28 hours probably shouldn't be in the kitchen. Though I would kill a cow with my bare hands for a steak right about now. Anyone got any good food ideas? I'm about sick of juice and sweet things.