I swear I’m crazy from this damned fever I’ve had most of the week. It’s like I’m going through menopause or something, which I’m really not because, you know, I have a penis.
So, a fever plus 90 degree temps in SoCal plus a cough so bad I think I might have cracked a rib or two. Add in a few idiot drivers and suddenly I’m Mr. Crankypants. Sheesh.
This is the other reason I don’t get sick very often. I don’t handle it well. Nope. No sir. Not even a little bit. Not.
Worry if you see me walking around with a baseball bat. If you see said bat, running might be a good choice of actions. At me or away, your pick. I’m really not that accurate with a bat.