Sicko
So there I was congratulating myself on staying healthy after my sojourns in those transatlantic germ cans we call airplanes.
And then this morning I woke up with a nose like a faucet and a head full of goo.
I was totally going to post something thought-provoking and poignant, but I can’t think of anything. At all, really. So. More content-laden posts later. Seriously. I am so dumb, I lost a Co-Op car today. I parked it on Laurel instead of Willow Street. Stupid tree-named streets, who can keep track?