Rough week. All the way around. Up early, feverish and flustered. I'm sick, I'm short-timing it, and I have to get ready. Have to prepare for traveling, but can't do much. Because I'm sick, you see.
Dave and I going to Houston, TX in the near future, leaving Monday. Gonna get some culture, pay some sales taxes. Gotta get ready, gotta get right. Wish me luck-at this rate, I'll be dead 'fore I can travel, die on the plane. Then y'all'll have to make war on the sky.
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cirrusly Aaron, we've hammered this all out bethor. you're going to have a wonderful time in the lone star state. be well, drink heartily, hug often.
4:45 AM is an ungodly hour to be blogging. For normal people, that is.
I hope you survive the plane ride - if you were to die of natural causes (as you can't be killed), it would be better to arrange it so that it's on land rather than on a plane. Lest they mistake you for a suicidal terrorist.
I had fun hanging out tonight. We'll see to it that it continues to happen.
my word verification: rednec
that's hilarious.
fluids, sleep and vitamin c. get yourself well dammit...we've got culture and anti-culture to deal with and you're coming with, sniffling or not.
you love the opportunity to use "y'all'll" don't you?
be safe, have fun ... though i don't know why you chose texas of all places.
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