MICHAEL SWAN: BIG BANK THROWS BLOWOUT PARTY >>>
As I write this, I am burning up under my Snoopy comforter. My entire body aches and I have a temperature that I believe is approaching 120 degrees. I suppose I asked for it. My mother always told me never to leave the house without a scarf. But when I ran out last night I did have a scarf. Maybe I should have been wearing a coat. And pants.
As I sit here, sweating, waiting for the Vicks Nyquil/PCP cocktail to kick in, I came across this crap:
When is this shit going to stop?
Oh well, Tomorrow I’ll probably feel much better and I can just get on with my life, doing average joe stuff like getting coffee, doing groceries, scrounging for money, and staring at my hand that’s morphing into a butterfly and … whoa, bingo!
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