desdenova

Considering the fact that I am all that is man, is it any surprise that I made the decision to never go to bed last night?
It made work far more interesting than normal.
Now I can remember why I don't drink things like Mike's anymore.
All day I've had a ball of acid pogoing a burning trail up and down my esophagus.
In case you were wondering (or dumb) this is not nearly the bundle of happy fun that it sounds like. I think it may now finally be time to take my chicken legs and soft, manageable hair to bed.