Reality

Pig of the Apocalypse

Muttering with a cold

Ugh, the sickness continues. I can hardly breathe, let's see if I can think.

1. Confirmation :: a Catholic sacrament
2. Verse :: bible
3. Authorize :: I like to be in a position to authorize things
4. Blog :: I have one
5. Thirty :: seems like a long time ago
6. Heir :: I am an heir to nothing
7. What are you doing? :: waiting for a ham to cook
8. Complaint :: I have filed complaint letters
9. Leave :: where would I go?
10. Tune :: I can hum you one

My stuffed up brain is boring I see. Maybe if this god-forsaken cold would go away I could have a clear thought again. Want to give this muttering thing a go?

Blah

That's how I feel right now. I am sick. Not horribly sick, but my body is fighting off some kind of illness, and it makes me tired and blah.

One week from today one of the most important decisions Americans have ever had to make will be upon them. I do hope they choose wisely.

Otherwise I may be feeling like this, blah, for the next 4 years.