Did you see the license plate on that truck? Somebody needs to report this ‘cause I know a truck just ran me over and kept on going. …
I feel the tire treads across my face and the sting of where the bumper pulled my hair out. There’s sleep calling my name and an all over ache that just won’t go away.
And, geez!, what happened to my throat? Someone let their cat crawl through there I’m sure.
Excuse my delirious ramblings; I really don’t like feeling so unwell.
That reminds me: It’s been awhile since I’ve done a health and weight loss journal so click through and read the last one when you get a chance. In the meantime, there’s four more ounces of grapefruit juice, which I don’t feel like drinking, waiting for me.