Chapter Something

 

It has not been a great few days.  I managed to fall down on level ground, cold sober, and without assistance from hellhounds—my feet just went out from under me, WHAM.*  One of those where you have no recollection of falling, you know?  One moment you were upright and the next minute you're horizontal, and you hurt.  Although I acknowledge it makes a graceful shape, I wish to protest the evolutionary choice of the middle finger being longer than its fellows:  when you stretch your hand out ...