May 22

I woke up this morning around 7:45am and my stomach was killing me. My limbs felt heavy, joints aching, and I had trouble walking down to the kitchen on my own power. Man, after a great night last night, way to be sick. Haha. So I made myself some waffles and proceeded to drink 2 glasses of O.J., a glass of milk, and a few glasses of water. I settled in my bed until around noon when I needed to head to the store to pick up my check. When getting in your car and driving is hard, it's not a good thing. So I popped in, popped out, drove home, did my banking, and just laid in bed. As the day wore on I found myself feeling a lot better, but still relegated to my sleeping quarters. This is where I'm typing this. The Tigers are up 3-1 on the Rockies going into the bottom of the 8th. The Cavs are up on the Magic (not cool) and the Wings are down going into the second period (not cool at all). I've been a bum, I admit it. But, considering I only get sick one day out of the year, I guess it's good to get it over with. I'm hoping to be back tomorrow, where I can actually get some things accomplished - the game of Things, anyone?

Chicken noodle soup, here I come,

B