This is taking a while to get going, isn't it? Must be the booze. Maybe she's on antidepressants. Can't think about that right now BECAUSE MY TONGUE IS ACHING SO MUCH. Mustn't blame myself. After all, under which other circumstances does the tongue ever have to do this much work? Oooh, speaking and sloshing food about. Big deal. Face it, Tongue, you're a lazy bastard. What's that, Tongue?: "I'm tired, can't you just outsource this to The Fingers?". No. No I can't. I've committed to this and you are just going to have to see it through. Cramp or no cramp.