Hurting to the extent that I cannot recount for you the events of last night.
Stringing words together in an attempt to form any kind of coherent thought at all just feels like a bit too much right now.
This might explain why:
And yes, I really am going to leave you with that...
It was a flipping fantastic night - I just wish I didn't feel so awful today.
I'll tell you all about sometime...
Maybe.
