Too much food today - not from a weight point of view, but a misery of distention point of view.
One need not wander far from the truth for its absence to hurt like hell.
I've a new theory that hyperbole reflects dissatisfaction with one's life.
Trying to say it obscures it.
Glorious evening became glorious morning. Nice pace. Comforts brought to the door.
But <brakes screech> I just learned we need to be ready to do things with the others in an hour.
Not going to happen.
Has your life ever been mauled by others' "idea of fun"?