So get this:
I'm beat, I'm hungover, I'm fried, but Lynn convinces me that I'll feel much better if I go to the Oliver Bath House
and go for a swim. I drag myself off my seat at Quiet Storm
and schlep over to the South Side, only to be greeted by a sign that says that the Bath House
will be closed for maintenance until further notice.
Anyone want to get together and do something this week? It appears that I'm gonna have nothin' but time. Feh.
is on TV. I would like to claw out my eyeballs now please.