Eleventh Hour.

Dr. Love playing on radio. High chicken intake in supper. Nostalgic about everything that had happened a minute back.

The combination resulting in a puking sensation as strong as black coffee.

Add to it a dash of pessimism about future and work load.
Do the dead feel being alive is enviable.
May be parents actually mean its OK when they say are. (Previous blog)

Life is like that, or may be mine just slipped in to the exceptions!