|A shot of icy cherry goodness. Let the dreams commence.|
In and out of consciousness, under the influence of Nyquil. But in my distorted daydreams, I was in an N.C. Wyeth painting, riding in the back of a red truck and looking out towards cotton candy clouds against a brilliant blue sky. Red truck. Mmmmm.
|The painting on the label only looks like it could be an N.C. Wyeth|
painting. But it's not, so don't go telling people that I said
Red Truck has one of his paintings on the label.
But I digress. I need rest. See you tomorrow.