The Dark Chicken of the Apokolypse.

So last night I went to my Great Grandmother's birthday. She's 95. Amazing she has lived this long, and she's a nice lady until she opens her mouth and lets something mean and foul fly forth into this world to flay the skin from our bones.

My relatives decided they were going to smoke like chimney's and now my lungs feel like a pair of over used scouring pads, and my throat feels like it was scoured by them.

So today I shall kick back and relax and recouperate.