A rest day
the standard protocol is to prescribe pills
So after swallowing said pills and performing the standard chants and incantations indicated for this condition I crawled like a reptile to my easy chair to, well, take it easy and perhaps read a book
After an hour of "reading" I can verify that the first word of the book was "The" after that I'm just not sure.
I figured that TV might be a good choice
Television should have been a great thing
allowing universal access to all of the worlds literature in play form,
instant access to important news, weather reports and a wealth of educational programming.
Sadly what is on the nine hundred channels is visual stimulation of the very worst kind
Programing designed to pander to the lowest of human emotions while making frequent stops for
"A brief message from our sponsor"
which is to say products they have to sell you,
that you don't need
at a price that you can't afford
"have your credit card ready"
But hey, I'm in pain
whilst simultaneously high as the proverbial kite,
so TV should be just perfect.
My frontal lobes cooling comfortably on a block of pharmaceutical ice
nothing but my reptilian brain at it's station,
continuing to encourage only the minimum respiration and cardiac functions.
If I was ever in a better mental and physical condition to flop on the couch and engage in some serious tube time, I don't recall.
Fortunately, the "clicker" or remote control device was sufficiently complex enough to thwart my crude attempts at turning on the TV while aligning the dish with the appropriate Geo stationary satellite.
I did manage to catch a little of the local news program / home shopping /lives of the rich stupid show .
Luckily I managed to fall asleep before too much permanent brain damage could occur.