In those moments tha have you praying on your hands and knees to God
Was it the unfortunate choice of some bottom shelf vodka over the weekend? Was in the longtime consumption of Vivarin finally catching up to me? Or was it the demonic Santa Claus bus driver, whose bus I always manage to catch in the morning, and who drives like a man possessed, honking at pedestrians and making many a sharp stop on his race towards a non-existent finish line? We may never know. But something had my stomach feeling like it was chock full of acidic molten lava rocks being bounced around in a bingo machine. So much so that I had to throw in the towel, and leave work early. But I’m feeling a tad better today. Not a ton, but a tad. We’ll see if we can push on through.
