Two words: stomach flu. Ah, hell…a few more words. Who am I kidding? I’m more verbose than all that. So, this morning’s violent retching has made it feel as though I’ve dislocated my right shoulder. I am unable to find a comfortable position in which to be miserable, but I suppose that only serves to heighten my state of miserableness.
Footnote: This post was typed entirely with one hand. Look ma, no typos!