I am home today. Sick. I am mostly laying on the couch. Mostly. I feel like what I imagine the inside of a porta-potty after a two-week stint on a construction site must be like.
I have decided we need a more comfortable couch for relaxing on.
Maybe I will watch some porn to see if that makes me feel better.
Until next time...
Made it through the weekend without incident. The tooth hole is healing fine. And on-call wasn’t tragic. Now to start drinking… again.
Until next time...
I think my body’s warranty finally ran out. I just turned another year older, and right after that my back starts acting up. And then this last Friday at lunch, I shattered a molar. What the hell!
Until next time...
I have a friend who went into the hospital last night for chest pains. More than likely it was induced by stress build-up. So, the question is—how do you help someone who has bottled up all that stress?
I’ve been in the same stress-bottle-boat before, and I still don’t know how I overcame it, or if I really ever did. So how could I possibly help someone else?
Until next time...
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