God is Gonna Getchya
The next day I got the bloody summonses in the mail.
That's just how I want to spend my day off in a few weeks: getting up way earlier than usual, driving to a really skanky city, and biding my time in a courthouse. Psyched.
I'm off to the doctor to see if we can find some solution to this horrific, chronic cough. I just want to lay down and die.