A Horse May Have Kicked Me In The Face

at least that's what it feels like.

i tried self-medicating on saturday  night:



except all i got out of that was a hangover.  and then i crammed pickles and peppers down my gullet and felt supremely bloated for the majority sunday.  



and then bubba watson won the masters.
which was annoying. 

so today i'm going back to the tried and true methods.  quil's of both night and day.  

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my body can't handle sneezing 37 times in a row again.
and my nose can't handle all the kleenex - even though they are packed with aloe.




and i can't handle my red, splotchy face that feels reminiscent of a chipmunk.

it's about time for another shot of medicine.   and then some leftover jesus ham.
catch you on the flip.