This morning I woke to the fact that I had apparently murdered a medium sized clown in my bed. That is the only explanation that makes any sense. Because no way that all came from me. I would be *dead* if that all came out of my body.
Between the slightly woozy from blood loss, the pain from the torn something in my back, and the cramps from hell; I can tell that today is going to be a *special* sort of day.

Whoofrockinghoo.