Or two. In a van. You get the idea.
Prime and I weren’t able to make it out to the game; it seems that I’m a bit too ill to go much of anywhere. I managed to catch a summer cold and now I’m fighting it off as best I can. Honestly, all I want to do is sleep, which I’ve been doing but it’s getting boring. Of course, running a fever of 99.7 to 100.3 will do that to you.
At least I’m off of work. That helps.
Even though I didn’t make it out to Fox Cities Stadium, it appears that the Timber Rattlers won. That’s good, I guess. Brewers won their game as well. So there’s a little silver lining to this cloud.
But as of right now, I’m going back to bed. Maybe I’ll get over this crap quicker that way. It couldn’t hurt.
