Bound wound

Feeling rough. Maybe it's the chemicals from the beer working their way through.

I think the likeliest explanation is that I'm worn out.

Went to Porterhouse and Ravi Shankar with Ian and Dom last night. 'Twas cool.

But not feeling like doing much this evening, I tell thee.

"My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied
Christ...?"