Greetings and salutations interneteers! This is your best friend's best friend, Ed. I'm not above making a weblog, though I am above using "OMG," "LOL," and/or "WTF" in my posts. If I have to mention outrageous monkey gymnastics, Louisiana's only library, or the world's tastiest fries, well, I'll just type the whole thing out, thank you very much.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Ugh...
Big Indian dinner. Lots of vindaloo. Filled to the brim with hearty Indian goodness. And I decide to sprint after my father who's riding a bicycle. Why? Good question. Because I don't run often, and I'm really quite full, and after a block or so, I'm pretty much ready to vomit, pass out, and die. Not necessarily in that order, either. Ow. My torso hurts. I think the lesson learned here is this: never run for any reason, ever. EVER! I'm going to go lay down for a while, until I can breathe properly again.
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