Ow.

And this is why I hate painkillers as much as I hate pain. It's taken three hours and about a gallon of water through this little dixie cup to flush enough of them out of my system so I can think straight. Whoever brought my PDA down, thanks. I'm sure I'll get Doctor Voght's patented "In Soviet Russia, rest takes YOU!" lecture if she catches me with it.

Since the Evil Commandant Doktor won't let me out of the "rest and recuperation room", I haven't seen Kyle or Jay? Are they okay?

Can someone tell me what's going on?