The case of the blahs struck quickly and without warning. It mainly had to do with the ol' man's favorite record store being closed at 8:30 on a Tuesday night, which is ideal record-shop hanging-outing time.
But like the song says, "I'm done bein' sullen all the time."
What song, you ask? Huh. Winner gets a beer on OMS.
Until then, OMS is goin' fishin', again. Time to recharge the ol' batteries.
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3 comments:
Oh. And OMS totally knows where it came from. Too many celebratory beers on *Sunday*. See, two days later and the chemical imbalance sets in. But rather than lament about it, these days he maybe blogs twice about it and goes to bed, knowing tomorrow is going to kick ass. Why? Because it's tomorrow. Right? Is this thing on? Hello?
Are you drinking enough water?
Yes. At least three liters a day.
It's part of the diet. Good times, this diet. I think I'm down to 212! (Oof, again).
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