Hell

Do you know what hell is like? I do.

You see, over the weekend, I was stricken with a bizare curse. A curse none other than The Stomach Flu.

Disturbing as it sounds, perhaps the worst part was my inability to fully enjoy the brunch put on by Betsy's family on Sunday.

I sit here now, in my home office trying to recover and keep communicating with the outside world.

Off to the store. Turkey day is coming and I must be prepared. Sick or not.

Gregsta: Gobbled