Rip Van Winkle Jr.
I came home from work last night and felt SICK. Feverish... Dehydrated... Exhausted... By 6:30 p.m. I felt like death was slowly descending. Being the sensible one, my wife Jill said: "Why don't you just go to bed."
Well! It is now 13 hours later and I feel better, albeit a bit like Rip Van Winkle.
Bonds hit HR No. 720? The U.S. offers bilateral talks with North Korea?
What day is it? What year is it? How long have I been gone?
I think I was laid low by a "stomach bug" of some sort, although in my feverish delirium of last night I was convinced it must be West Nile Virus.
Well! It is now 13 hours later and I feel better, albeit a bit like Rip Van Winkle.
Bonds hit HR No. 720? The U.S. offers bilateral talks with North Korea?
What day is it? What year is it? How long have I been gone?
I think I was laid low by a "stomach bug" of some sort, although in my feverish delirium of last night I was convinced it must be West Nile Virus.
posted by erik hogstrom at 7:54 AM
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