Now those zits make sense....
I came down with a virus. Some invisible person is tapping me above my right eye with a phantom ice pick, I have a low-grade clammy cold-hand fever and a rumbly tummy and generally feel like shit. I suppose the consolation is that now I know why I was low down dog-eared depressed for a couple of days. Ah, life in a human body.
So, ladies and gentlemen, the Pink Purse contest is hearby extended for the duration of one more Avon two-week campaign. I can't get those brochures out, can't make it back to the campground to collect a sure hundred orders of Skin-So-Soft, can't do anything Avon unless it involves a whole lotta vomit.
I'm still writing up that story about the lady with the sixteen killer terriers but I think those dogs escaped out of my fingers and ran into my ears and are digging holes in my brain.
4:37:40 PM 
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