Procrastinating Regeneration

Well, I'm tired but up--it is Friday, you know. I think tomorrow will be a late sleeping day for me with the medication cocktail I chose this evening. All I can say is that I love hickory nuts. After fifteen minutes of pulverizing an almost indestructible shell sending shock waves through neighboring apartments, wearing a leather glove with Ace Wrap mummifying my still aching thumb, and after scavenging through shrapnel scattered across my basement floor, which was sometimes flavored with kitty liter, I think I know what it means to be a squirrel.