MLK: File under TMI

Woke up. Got outta Bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Made my way downstairs (read: three steps of the porch), and drank a cup (of OJ), and looking up, I noticed I was late. I (had already) grabbed my coat, and grabbed my hat. Made my car, two seconds flat. Made my way uptown, and turned up the CD, and BNL spoke and I went into a dream...AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhaaaaaaaahhhh aaaahhhhhhh....
( Don't say you haven't been warned. TOO MUCH INFORMATION! )

Right. Okay.
Good.

*cough* *cough*

Aaaaaw CRAP! of course...now I am sick. Naturally...maybe I'll barf at work tomorrow and get to bail out...hmmm....

*cough*

Jeebus. The little baby is ill...mmmm....fun....