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.
Titanic is on TV. I would like to claw out my eyeballs now please.