Okay, not really.
I've been writhing sweating moaning holding my head with a crazy-high fever all week. My fever finally broke a few hours ago, and I ate a ham sandwich which tasted like manna from Heaven (hadn't eaten in about two days).
Now about the water bed: the fever sweats nearly drowned me last night, this morning my bed looked like someone dumped a large bucket of water on it. Eeewwww!
So depending on how I heal up in the next couple of days, I'll try to finish the last post and journey out into the night to drudge up more odd stories. I say odd because they may not be interesting.
Aiight, off to bed. Night.