My guts wanted to have a revolution of there own in support of Libya.   So after a night that involved hugging alot of white porcilin,  I woke up today.  Feeling bad.   I drive one of the  kids to the High school each morning.  With a pounding head ache,  I start looking for car keys.  I get a text that my keys are in the van and they are in Dalton.  rats.  I look out to  plan my escape.  I got the volvo up on blocks because I ordered 850 brakes not 940 brakes.  The volvo  has the Rx7 blocked in.  The Acura  has no keys., The Saab is off somewhere.   Its kind of raining and I look at Stupie.  Wet roads and crappy tires,  what can go wrong?  I try to get it started.  no gas.  As I Remember the gas leak of past,  I get the lawn mower gas  can.  Sounds like maybe 2 cups of questionable octane.  It goes in the tank.   As I stand in the rain in my flip flops,  a wave of nausia sweeps over me.  I moment of sanity breaks through.  I call the whole thing off and go back to bed.  SC

 

on my third day of coughing up my lungs and lots of nasty stuff. Over did it it at work last week with 12 hour days and lots of overtime and loosing 13 pounds in the process. Wife says i just destroyed my body and it gave out. Time to redose the drugs and go back to bed.