…that I’m OK. Just a little indigestion. Ready to party now.
Brago, you don’t want anybody, not even a couple of anonymous strangers, to know what your idea of a party is. This journal writing business is so complicated. Can you really pretend to just be talking to yourself?
Maybe. There seem to be censorship options, but I will just substitute censored for all the expletives that pop into my head. That should take care of it nicely. Understandable by all, offensive to none.