The Fun Part

I am somehow both too cold and too hot. My head is too hot. My one thigh is too hot. The other thigh is too cold. My hands are too cold. My back is cold and sweaty. My one eye is just watering like I’m at half a funeral.

And this is better than this morning.

I wish I were in bed.

I am 85% sure everyone else does to.

A & R

I am sick as shit. I want to stay home all day and drift in and out of consciousness on the couch. But I have a huge, important meeting this afternoon, so I have to get up and fake it for a while.

But, in better news, I have softened to my Andrew Jackson piece, seeing it live. I think it turned out okay.