Still a little bit hungover. Although some antacids, the caffeine in one of those big sized cans of red bull, and several generous shots of morphine and oxy definitely have eased my formerly pounding headache after finishing that liter bottle of vodka the other day.
I have a strong suspicion that once I boot up the remaining morphine in my syringe, and the oxy I have prepping, my headache shall be annihilated utterly by all that smacky goodness though. Still lingering right now, but shall be polished off after I go have a piss and make myself a rollup. Might go down to the nearby field for a walk and to check the hedgerow there for ceps and bay boletus. The latter aren't as wonderfully delish as ceps are, but are nevertheless quite good eating, and take the route home that takes me down the canal towpath to see if those puffballs I've been watching are still there, as by now they should have reached a size sufficient to make myself a good breakfast, when I slice 'em up into puffball steaks, dip in batter made of eggs, a little flour, a wee pinch of salt according to taste and how many puffballs one has available to eat and brown breadcrumbs before frying them in butter, maybe throwing on some pepper once they are finished cooking. Puffballs cooked like that or simply fried in butter have to be, IMHO, the fillet steak of the mycological world.
