Nothing funny about feldspar

Alcohol really doesn’t work as a pain-killer.

I suppose I knew that already, but I just thought I’d test it again last night, and lo-and-behold, I only got sleepy. And then woke up four hours later when it wore off. And then I still hurt.

I wonder if there is something to the old saw about Grampa knowing it’s gonna rain by the ache in his bones. If so, I’d just as soon Grampa did all the weather prognosticatin’. And since my grandparents are all dead, then it won’t bother them a bit, will it? Unless they’re ghosts, in which case I suppose I don’t want to give them my pain, ’cause then they’ll be haunting me and such.

Jeez. I shouldn’t take narcotics and blog, either, should I?