Well, Im laying in bed and am half recovered from a certain operation I had today. Really was not that bad. Worst part must have been the prep. That and the i.v. they stuck me with. Thing hurt like a bitch. Even know, I still feel a twinge of pain where the nurse put it.

I have been knocked out by drugs before, but this was the strongest that has been used on me yet. So being me, I made sure to make mental notes of what I felt as I went under.

I remember the sound of static, almost like what you from a radio that lost its signal. I was staring at this chatty nurse, who was talking away with this orderly, when I finally heard that sound. I thought was just my imaginenation or maybe one of the machines, which I prayed to God it was'nt. But the sound grew from a whisper to a low drone. As unsettling as it was, I was not going to move or say anything about it.

The next, and last, thing I felt was a small tugging sensation on my face. Not like it was getting pulled, but being streched back lightly across my skull. If that makes any sense.

Next thing I know, everything is black. It's strange because in that dark limbo, time feels so hard to judge. Even though it feels like it last for only a few seconds, I awake and feel as if hours upon hours have passed.

Strange...

Well, have a safe weekend everypony and think of me the next time you take a pain killer.

Stay beautiful, people.

P.s.
I did this whole mother fucking post on my stupid ass phone and it still came out alright... Props to me. Good night.