A cautionary tale

OK, here's what happens when you let all the stress in your life run you down: You get sick.
I've managed to fight off this wicked upper respiratory thing that's been going around. Most everyone I know had it.
Washed my hands, tried to get lots of rest, but it bloomed at about 2 a.m. Monday.
And while I'd love nothing than to recline in bed and write Nyquil-themed short stories and poems, work calls. Too much to do and no one else to do it.

I hope to have something better up later. When I can get back into sweats and bed. Cause last night, under the influence of over-the-counter meds, I dreamt of nunchucks.
Wicked.

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fuzzballdaddy said…
Aye, she's a wicked one. I dreamt I was being chased around Valhalla by Odin.
Does this have anything to do with our conversation on Monday?
Did you dream of sucking beer out of a tube stuck in the rear wall of an airporter bus, surrounded by men in stinky bear hides and women in helmets too?
Uncle E said…
Hope you feel better, T-Man. It;s lingered far too long at the Uncle E houseold, that's fer sure!
And, Queen, Thom's got your mixed cd's for ya, as requested. Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy 'em!
Hey Uncle E,

I got the tunes, THANKS!!!!
So far my favorite tune is Gary Gilmore's Eyes, but I've only made it about 5 tunes into the first cd so far as I drove around town tonight but it kept me smiling, even as I pumped almost $50 worth of gas into my car. Thanks a ton! I'll work on returning the favor.

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