Ok, so maybe "under the weather" isn't the best description of how I truly felt.
Since I consider it my job to tell it like it is, here goes:
It was more like "the room won't stop spinning and if somebody doesn't stop this merry-go-round-on-crack felling I'm feeling, I'm gonna hurl the contents of my stomach on anything in a block radius." Yea, that's more like how I felt. Oh, with a dash of saltine crackers and a few flushes of a commode.
And today isn't much better, either, so I'll save a longer post for another day.
We'll talk about things like weekends in Mayberry when you have a full tank of gas and nowhere to be but the Mexican Restaurant.
In the meantime, I hope this view of the river will hold you over.
This is one of the many reasons I will always live less than 20 minutes from a body of water.
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