The World Of Perpetual Darkness Eludes Me

I've been staring at the ceiling in my bedroom for a couple hours. I don't know how much sleep I got, but it couldn't have been much. I've got this massive headache like none before. I tried a couple Tylenols and followed with some tea. Because I ain't sleeping any time soon.

So I decided to pop up my dusty laptop. One that I've had for years and clearly haven't touched in that amount of time. I dig in to see that it still has some juice, though the battery quickly dies in a couple minutes because it hasn't been charged and I never got around to it. Desperate and with no other options, I dug into storage and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a tape recording device and a collection of cassettes labeled various things. One of the tapes was labeled HHH Promos.

Yes, in the event of a massive headache such as this, when all other remedies fail, I have a cassette tape that has nothing but HHH promos. I often said that HHH promos were the cure for insomnia and now I'm willing to see if that's the case.

So I start listening to this tape; some of the most dull and uninteresting promos that McSon-In-Law has cut from the days when he ruled the top of the RAW food chain and the product was shit as a result. One minute, I was listening to HHH drone on about some accolades or whatever and then the next minute or so, my eyes were wide shut. By the time I woke up, light was creeping in from the curtains and my headache was all gone.

So thank you, HHH, for curing my headache with your boring-ass promos circa 2003.