Rock on, Internet…rock on. Okay, I thought I had escaped the dreaded hang-over, but I had a delayed reaction until I ate. Suddenly the head was pounding…I could hear “whooop whoop whooop” as I sat there trying to read the paper. I took a couple pills and climbed back into bed. The sound of Shaun typing on the computer sounded like a 300 lb tap dancer in the corner of my room. I managed to fall asleep. The benefits of getting some sleep didn’t out-weigh the nausea you feel when you wake up from the nap. No one told me that. Someone should have told me that. Last month Shaun…
Happy…*hick* new year. It was the best newest year ever. no really. happy new year. hope it was as *hicK* good as mine. I can’f eel my findergers. hee hee.