Super Monday

Shite. I've been sick since thursday, and it doesn't appear to be improving. I'm sitting in a hotel in houston administering some of grampa's cough syrup. I feel like poo. Tried to workout Saturday. Did some farmers walk. I suck. Just looked at my big steel log (i gotta come up with a better name for that thing), but didn't have the gumption to pick the thing up. I may likely die on Saturday. I suppose we all gotta go sometime. Might as well go with a grimace on the face and a lot'a weight over m' head!