I feel like hammered shit. The carpet they use, I swear, is thinner than the rice paper Caine had to cross to leave the temple. I’ve been in more pain, but a GSW was involved.

Plan, tomorrow, is to tie a pillow to each foot; additionally, I intend to get a cheap bottle of generic Aleve and mash it and some Jack Daniels into a paste, which I will be spreading on my feet like peanut butter prior to putting on my socks. If all else fails I will sacrifice a goat and wrap his entrails around my toes for cushioning. Fourteen hours on daned-near bare concrete in dress shoes is teh suxxors.