Amazingly, I felt quite good. I slept in a little and all was well. Being the sick SOB that I am, I even had a couple of beers last night before bed.
I follow my own rules, and I tend to do quite well. Rarely am I tooo sick.
The trip to vegas? Smashed. And I was even worse the very night before; to the point of puking in my buddy's driveway before crawling home. (we're neighbors).
Life is good.
Don't die. No fat chicks.
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