Kee-Rist. What a weekend.

I been recoverin' from it all day. Thought I was dyin' for awhile there, but dyin' probably don't hurt this much. I'm about at the point now where I think I can stand lettin' a little bit of the fast fadin' daylight in. It was like I had devils dancin' around all night in a dustbowl inside my skull.

I did not try the jello cure. Maybe I should have. I was sorta suspicious that the Doc down at the cop shop mighta been puttin' me on, so I simply passed on that jello story to these other apes and some monkeys (and a coupla humans) over at Frankie's, and told 'em it was a "sure thing, no word of a lie" and they should all try it out. I figger that at least a couple of 'em will have done so. I'll talk to 'em on Monday and see how it went.

One thing for sure. They can't be feelin' any rougher right now than I am...unless if they got hit by a truck or somethin'.

I just checked my wallet. It's empty as a mousetrap on the Moon. Next week is gonna be pretty depressin' unless I raid the APP campaign chest for some "petty cash".

Decisions, decisions...

- Chongo