Feeling dramatically better today. I ran seven miles this morning without a hitch, went to French class and talked about symbolism in Amie Cesaire, and worked a full day for the first time since Sunday.
Of course watching the news made me feel sick again.
George: Hey Dick, my polls are in the crapper! What can I do?
Dick: Go take a flying fuck, dipshit.
George: Hey Rummy, help a brother out!
Rummy: Let's blow up some shit.
George: That always works!