If fool's gold were comedy gold, would that be irony?

In the brief, well-disposed respite between being stoned on painkillers (cramps, argh) and being asleep or unable to type, I just wanted to say that I love you, miss you, and am favoring you with my absence rather than spreading malaise and ill-feeling through airing the paranoia and dark thoughts.

In other news, I am going to read this entire blog "You Are Not So Smart: a celebration of self-delusion".