For the last few hours, I've had that feeling that I'm either catching the creeping crud, fatigue has won, or both.
My plan is to leave work early, stop for some Nyquil, take some with a shot of scotch, soak in a hot bath, and retreat to the bed.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.