It wasn't called re entry. but I kept saying it wrong every time the nurses asked and so now its engraved in my memory.
quick recap of current state in rewind mode: vicodin colt 45 pedicured toes chicken wings operating table weird rude and unattractive nurses big wade of money spent on seriously huge and sort of kickass art work extreme hangover learning curve on iphone bw induced depression confusion period of self proclamation. fine. he slays me. but its working so, like, yo u know, good job, you win, i loose, and i'm not even trying to play a game this time.
more lucid thoughts to follow in the .... future.
