Blech!!! I'm glad I don't feel like this all the time. Sickness is not fun, especially on test day. So if I stray off a bit, forgive me. My head's a scrambled egg.
There is a lady with a bleached mullet sitting right by me. I should compliment her on it, but I think I'll abstain.
"There comes a time when you're driftin'
There comes a time when you settle down." - Neil Young
I leave for Vermont, Boston, Cape Cod, etc...on Tues. The Great Summer Baseball Road Trip.
Live in love.
Dan

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