Mind you, yellow can be OK, now and then I have a rather nice giant sweatshirt with "Arty" on the front and "Crazy" on the back; tres sophisticated...
Blimey, I seem to be sort of alive; not dead-dead, anyway. I'm actually able to breathe through one nostril. Still crippled-up as fuck. Those painkillers are like elephant tranquilisers or something. Better only take the dose at bedtime. So far, the only effect they have is to knock me spark out, but the quack said they can take a few weeks to kick in. Hey Ho...