Urticina lofotensis...

My insides were hanging out all night, exposed to the elements like some deep sea mollusk in repose. You know how that goes... But what's always strange is how after a "long dark night of the soul" you wake up with all that raw meat tucked back in its shell, not scar or a drop of blood in sight. Just big bags under your eyes and a jangling psychic hangover that makes you especially slow and fuzzy.