what happened?
Ughh, I feel terrible. I woke up this morning, hungover, with an empty glass in my hand, and Jon drooling on my shoulder. Oh, and my TV was roaring static at me. Guess the movie we had been watching was over. My head is killing me. I think I'm going to take some aspirin and go lay down.
Bruce, I'm sorry. I don't know if I'll be coming to lunch today. I don't feel so good.
Bruce, I'm sorry. I don't know if I'll be coming to lunch today. I don't feel so good.