And not the fun, Ferris Beuller kind either. The real kind.
I'm home feeling lousy and writing about it online. The inside of my mouth feels like some type of tropical vacation resort for germs. Hopefully, they'll take offense to the blast of Listerine I'm about to give them.
Anyway, nothing exciting to say today. I suppose that implies that I ever say anything exciting. Here's this from yesterday in case anyone missed it:
Knowing that some of you are music heads, Bob Moog died.