I’m sick, Occasional Reader.
Something I ate didn’t agree with me.
Not only did it not agree with me, it didn’t have the balls to say so while we were together.
Instead, it snuck up on me during the night and liquefied my insides.
I know, I know.
I can feel your sympathy from way over here in my near death bed.
You know what could make me feel better?
Seeing you in a pair of Aussie-designed Shoesmaketheman shoes.
