Really. Bad. Week.
First, after taking a day off from work last Friday to take the family up the mountain to visit my grandmother and great aunt, I have to leave work early Monday because I'm feeling icky. A few hours later I've got a 102.5 degree fever, then later I'm worshipping porcelain. I only really started feeling close to normal this morning.
Then this afternoon I get a call from my wife, who's had a minor moment of contact between her bumper and a minivan.
Then we decide -- well, I decide -- to drown our sorrows at the Best Restaurant Ever.
It was gone.
The Southpoint Big Bowl was gone, an apparent victim of the chain's sale back to its founders.
I get really sick. Then our car insurance premiums are likely to go up. Then my favoritest restaurant ever disappears, without even saying goodbye. It's been a rough week.
But I'll be okay.
I'm sure of it.
Comments
I pat Chip on the back. Sorry buddy.
Posted by: Ike | November 19, 2004 11:23 PM
Damn dude. That sucks.
Posted by: Sara | November 22, 2004 10:54 AM
Hey, you're well now, nobody got hurt. Quit whinin'.
Signed,
The Alien Who Is Inhabiting Lex's Body
Posted by: Lex | November 22, 2004 11:36 AM