Epic

9/10 (10/10 on my scale equals dead)

Porcelain god has been prayed to.

The smells I'm producing are taking the paint of the wall. I'm sweating more than when I'm running on a hot day.

My head has an axe buried in it up to the hilt.

This is a truly awful experience and will doubtless consume the entire day. I'm betting there will be after effects still working through the system well into tomorrow.

Dear God my head. My poor head.

*Wimpers