"I'm pretty sure it's the drugs talking."

All I can taste is blood.
I haven't slept properly in 2 days.
Tomorrow is going to be hell.

However, he was with me all week and all night. He fed me congee even when I didn't want it. (Weird, eh? I love congee. Too stubborn for my own good.) Watched TV with me till the wee hours. Put up with the drugs that make me say funny things. Brought me bubbles when I was being a brat. He kept my mind off smoking and tried to make me rest. Even when I thought adventuring would be more fun... Which really didn't work to my advantage because now I'm paying for it. And he's still here. I guess I just have to get used to it. =)

I'm not good at I'm sorry.
But you know that.