I feel like a window would look after being blasted by a shotgun.

In not so many words: I feel, no wait, I am sick.


It musta been yesterday when I was at the doctors & said "I hardly ever get sick" and then didn't follow it up with a "knocks on wood" demonstration.
I think I must be dying.
wait.
no.
I did that the other weekend.


AGH!


blah blah blah, other stuff too, ya de ya de ya da.
ok. I'm going back to bed now.