I am dry-lipped and aching; my body's not doing too good today. Neck splinters when I sit; back teeth bite back when I eat. Eyeballs are warmer than my eyelids.

But with the exception of the headache, my headspace is weirdly...doing great.
I have made a mistake. I have tucked myself neatly into Isaac's rule. And it's...kind of embarrassing, of course. But not unwanted. Like being hit in the face with some much-needed vittles.
Mm, pass some o' those on my way, Don.
Hold on, hold on, lemme get my own good share.
Hold on yourself, that there's good enough for the whole goddang town!
Ah, you shush your whiskers. That syrup up in 'em? Second serving already, Jim?
Look up, Donnie! 'sa full moon. Belly moon. Tonight's meant for feastin'.
Mm, hm?
Mm.

These are potatoes.