Postcards from the Imagination

Wherein I take years off a man's life, and cannot myself form words.

In other news, wouldn't you know it, my daughter came down with something just two days into the new job I worked so hard to get. Her teacher called this afternoon to inform me that one of her friends is out with strep. That means no work today, no work tomorrow, a trip to the doctor, antibiotics, and let's hope like hell I don't catch it because I don't have health insurance. Tired of listening to me whine yet? Yeah, me too.