Now I wanna sniff some glue

I must finally be feeling better, less pained, less sorrowful (and yet, oddly, more), and altogether more able. I still walk and stand and move like I've been crippled but today, thus far, I've been without the painkillers. Today I plucked my eyebrows and if that doesn't scream 'recovery', well, I just don't know what would. In the process I spent several minutes admiring how clear and green my eyes were looking. Clearly, lying about and taking painkillers suits me. I have often considered that lying around might, in fact, be the stuff of my life. I am obviously a decorative item. An item to quietly decorate hidden rooms. I still have the need to nap though I've done little all day and little else all week. Perhaps a cup of tea will fix that or, at least, hold it off a little way. I shouldn't like to miss the whole day, something exciting may happen.