Well that was a fun few days. 
Monday night I'm all set to head out for a few St Patty's Day beers when I start feeling a little sick. Sore throat, achy, things like that. So I go out anyway (probably against my better judgment), and by 1:00 AM I'm dying. Huge fever, freezing cold, bad stomach, the whole nine yards. I walked home (stupid decision number two), got in bed and pretty much stayed there until this morning. I'm finally feeling better today. I ate and drank and feel pretty much normal except for my head, which feels like it's being crushed in a vice.
Anyway, I think I'm going to eat chicken soup and drink some lemonade now.
Oh, and don't forget to shuffle your feet now and then:
Adios
Monday night I'm all set to head out for a few St Patty's Day beers when I start feeling a little sick. Sore throat, achy, things like that. So I go out anyway (probably against my better judgment), and by 1:00 AM I'm dying. Huge fever, freezing cold, bad stomach, the whole nine yards. I walked home (stupid decision number two), got in bed and pretty much stayed there until this morning. I'm finally feeling better today. I ate and drank and feel pretty much normal except for my head, which feels like it's being crushed in a vice.
Anyway, I think I'm going to eat chicken soup and drink some lemonade now.
Oh, and don't forget to shuffle your feet now and then:
Adios
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doolittle:
yarr, glad you are feeling better
padre:
I intend to ha ha
