Wednesday, September 30, 2009
A Short Note
I have felt like shit all day. My head is pounding like a bass drum, and Mark insists on walking around the house singing in his loudest, two cats fighting in a bag, voice. I am not really sick, but I did have three vodkas at bowling last night. That is not unusual, so I cannot explain the hangover, unless the bowling alley has substituted rotgut vodka for Stoly and didn't tell me. Anyway, Mark has been loud and obnoxious all evening. If you read about a tall skinny black man drowning in a pool in Florida, I didn't do it.