Paul S: How are you so warm?
Me: Aw, you couldn’t have gone with ‘you’re so hot’? I could have made so many dodgy jokes.
My temperature keeps going up and down like a lemming in an elevator but the doc says as long as it stay below ‘hallucinations’ I’ll be fine. So the plan is: drink all the juice, take all the drugs, sleep all the time.
* Art by the fabulous Sam Brown of Exploding Dog, of course.