First the football, my team didn't even show up on the field. Rivers looked like he was mad at the world instead of being focused on his quarterbacking. Did the fucking kicker put his legs on backwards? I could have kicked him over the cross bars better than what he did with the football. I lost the bet to Rocket, a thrift store fancy bottle filled with San Diego beach sand. A trip to Dogie Beach will be planned in the near future.
The chili. I had two tastes that was it and it was delicious! I couldn't wait to dig into it around 5ish. But around that time my stomach started feeling really weird. The thought of food turned from the normal happiness into more like I couldn't even go there. I skipped dinner and it's a good thing too because a hour later I had my head over the toilet. That relationship continued well into the morning. I must of picked up a bug somewhere. Now I'm trying not to gulp down the bottle of gatoraide in two swallows.
The purple thing? That turned out perfect, so everyone said.
And today other than taking Mrs Jude to the periodontist, I'm going to continue to move slowly into the day.
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