December 6, 2007

At 9 am there was a lock at the front door. I scrambled out of bed to find yet another courier on my door step. This time he held a clipboard for me to sign for the very large box of Lophlex he was keen to off load. He asked me if I wanted it put anywhere in particular. I suggested that just inside would be fine. I looked at the box with some dismay. I tried to move it. I was too heavy to lift. No wonder he seemed so keen to get rid of it. I was still in some degree of shock from the orange vomit incident, so the thought of ingesting that stuff any time soon was incomprehensible. It was all too much first thing in the morning so I had a cup of coffee and contemplated the situation.