I took the other half of the blue pill and watched My Wife Is an Actress, naturally enough, with my wife. At the end of act one, she said “I’m a bit sleepy,” and yawned.
“Off to bed with us,” I said, trying to sound masterful.
So it was about ninety minutes from the time I took the pill to the time we went to bed.
Boy howdy, let me tell you what a difference those ninety minutes were.
You know those plastic tubes that refrigerated cookie dough comes in? They’re called chubs. Think chub. Think chub with an evil self-purpose, a diabolical chub, a chub what am chub.
Oy vey. I’m recovering from the bruises.
