Ya know grimy I been feeling a bit bad about what I did and would like to make amends.
You'll be happy to know that the reason I'm here at this late hour is I got a bum knee and hurts like fucking Hell and has for awhile, got the other one replaced. It comes from trying to fold yerself up like a fucking pretzel on a meditation cushion for a old gentle master who was taught that way. It had many benefits, if you were raised in a culture where there were no fucking chairs! For westerners, not so much and it fucked up my practice more than it helped it.
So I'm sitting here up late hurting like fuck, but ya know something grimy, I'm not suffering at all and I'm quite happy and content. It's quite behind my eyeballs for the most part grimy, silent as is my house, because I can live with my thoughts and my conscience clear. If it wasn't for hurting and getting off my circadian rhythm I'd be sleeping right now like a normal goddamn human being.
I'm sure you'll be delighted I'm hurt'n...