Buggering hades. Shit fucking arse on a stick.
That rather large shot of oxy I had earlier on in today put me right out cold.
Too late now to find anywhere that has melons for sale.
First thing tomorrow morning I am going straight to town, and buying a great big sack full of those little t iny fragrant ones, can't remember the name of those...galia? gala? little round ones with the orange flesh and heavily aromatic, slightly perfume-ish scent.
Fuck. I want to gorge myself until fit to burst on melons. All and every kind of melons (except horned melons, those filthy vegetable-tasting fuckers that are pretty much just huge tomatoes in a damned expensive cucurbitacean disguise.) ick!
But I want galias, honeydews, watermelons....and I want at least one big juicy some random kind that I can cut a hole in the top, mash the flesh all up to slush with a clean stick, and then pour in vodka, stick in the freezer, and get a semifrozen vodka spiked melon slushpuppy.