I got a water bed!

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.

Steadily, heavily drinking, but not much fun.

What has Mac been drinking this past week or so, you ask?

Gallons of this and that.

Cheers, and bottoms up!