I feel like crap. My head was pounding much of the day, I was nauseous (why the FUCK can I not spell this word?) this morning, and my clams are swollen. My back and neck are in chronic hard spasm, I'm emotionally distraught and socially challenged. I do not see how I can possibly up to this. I'm doomed. Hopelessly doomed, if those two words go together. It's cold and damp and rainy and windy and I feel sick!
Don't you get it?!? I just want to curl up in bed and sleep through the weekend, not wake up three hours before dawn to freeze in a tee shirt and shorts on some frozen midwestern shore. OK, not quite frozen, but it was just a few weeks ago. fuck you fuck you fuck you. I'm not doin' it.
This is going to be the best marathon ever! (It's already the cheesiest!)
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