I am trashed. My body aches and my head may be waging war with my skull. One second, I need a sweater.
Okay, sorry, I'm fluctuating between chills and sweats (I know that means I have a fever). I have 6 hours left here at work and I'm not sure I can make it but Bob Dylan is making it better.
Sunday I spent helping my mother play host to 40
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