Bleh!

I think that Santa Fe is growing some germ that is specific to me. It keeps coming back and trying to kill me. (Or at least make me welcome death.)

I feel like that stuff that comes out of the south end of a grass eating goose.

I am medicated and coughing up stuff that resembles that glue that we all hated when we were in school in the brown bottle with the rubber tip.

Now that I have put horrible images in your brain, have a good week.!