ugh

I took this week off work. I got 1.5 good days: On Monday, I slept in, installed a cargo rack on my bicycle, and had a mind-blowing Wing Chun class. Tuesday I slept in, then went fishing for a few hours. Strung up six big bluegills, called that enough. That evening, my throat started to hurt. Yesterday I stayed in, talked like a tuba, and produced mucus all day. Last night I got no sleep, because I was too busy breathing through my mouth and blowing my nose. Look! It's Thursday.

beautiful

It's a damn shame I can't wear yellow. This thing is a masterpiece.