my own personal black cloud

Feeling “under the weather”. Phah. Freakin’ laid low. Spent the whole day in bed asleep. This must be the “sleeping flu”. Feel like an old dishrag, just all wrung out and sour. I won’t even bowl tonight, so you know I’m sick. Damn. I’ll try to stick something in my face to eat and then it’s back to bed for me. Bleh.

Commenting is not available in this weblog entry.