Last night I felt that I was in my suspended mode again. After drinking 2 stallions, the inner horse in me started galloping, and the feeling of having difficulty taking your pants off just before slumber reminded of the endless days I battled with apparel. Or having to answer to your mom with brief syllables like "o" to say "oo", or the lazier version "M". It's all good though, but I must admit that I have been drinking heavily these past few days, and I guess it's because of all the hard-hitting news that's being shoved into my throat.