The Olde Jackhammer to the Cranium
I spent the better part of today working around a splitting headache the size of Ruban Studdard. Thats a big headache. Its strange how even the smallest, most mundane tasks can seem monumental when you have a migrane. My 8 hours of work seemed like a week. I couldn't wait to get home.
On a postive note, I bought a spectaular CD today. Tom McRae's Just like Blood. Its simply amazing. All must buy. All.
posted by J.Wrubleski @ 8:16 PM
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Sorry to hear about that. A big sweaty black man perched on your head cannot be at all pleasant. And that guy can really sweat. He sang like four lines of a song within thirty seconds of waddling onstage and by then he'd already be drenched as though the sprinkler system had activated.
A truly non-beautiful sight.
Tell me about it. It was all flab and body water. Ewww.
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