I'm feeling a wee pickled, overstretched, heavy lidded and all I really want to do is ride a pony, dive into some fishy waters, roll around in mud, weed some earth, wax my ears, roll down a hill, water my face, eat fresh peas, play the banjo, nap, and hang out somewhere green where the folks speak anything but English. The PMS fairy has officially landed. Time to hit the caves.
