I went to Glory Days for lunch and I have the gas to prove it. I can not stop burping. I tried Tums to no avail. It’s been almost four hours, and I’m still stifling gigantic man-sized burps sitting here in my office at work. Of course, if I were at home, I’d let them fly because they make Max giggle. I’ll do almost anything to make Max giggle.
I’m going to try to stay away from the political for a while. I’m feeling a fit of zealotry coming on and that bothers me. I’m not a zealot. I’m trying to be reasoned and logical in my thinking, taking in both sides and deciding after weighing the facts. Unfortunately, the anger has taken over a bit and I’m losing sight of that a little. Time to take a break, watch a movie and remember there’s more to life than screaming at the hurricane.
