My intimate friend, Mr Johnson, proceeded with a cute girl's deep throat investigation (to appease all my daily emotions, including my urge to kill all politically ignorant morons and motherfucking Trump minions), thus enhancing the quality of my sleep, and ensuring by aging body's morning resuscitation. Oh! Plus 2 shots of Tequila, 8 g red horn kratom, 20 mg baclofen, .2mg clonidine, and the soothing andantino of a Schubert piano sonata. Later! maybe.