Medicine Patches and Steak-meat.

I think its pretty funny the amount of medical application I have on me at the moment.
A nicotine patch, an icy hot patch on my busted leg, a saline soak for my dermal piercing, dressed certain wounds with their respective healing solvents, I feel like a walking add for all sorts of medical companies.

The better part of my day though, is the canned meal I just ate.

I bought a can of food simply labeled as "steak and potatoes."
Sure enough, I opened the can and was greeted with a godly amount of aforementioned nourishment. To my surprise, however, there were fucking mushrooms in there too.

I love mushrooms.
Hell yeah.
I ate it, and am now incredibly satisfied.

Back to nursing my respective wounds, and back to my continued irritation due to not smoking. Day 5, woo!

Excuse the nonsense.