Death. Can. Not. Come. Quickly. Enough.
"I'm. Dying. There's. A. Skeleton. Eating. My. Face. The. Plates. Of. My. Skull. Are. Bouncing. Off. Each. Other. Like. Islands. Untethered. In. A. Storm. Owie."
-- Molly to Ms Blau
-- Molly to Ms Blau
Wish I was over exaggerating but I'm not. Not much, anyway. It's like a hellish hangover without any of the fabulously fun precursor. Chris said he'd bite the bullet and pretend to put out if it would help. Ms. Blau's coming to help out and spend the night that _my_ Raul must head back to SoCal for family and work.
I'm going to pet name Raul "_my_ Raul" because I showed him the joys of "Eating Raoul" and I'd call him Raoul, but they're pronounced the same which would make it a pretty poor pet name. Talk about seriously lame private jokes. I can't believe he's the first to get the joke underlying the "diehackdie" name choice.
The picture doesn't capture the tears streaming from my barely able to open eyes.