6 miles later, I think I sweated it all out. That last champagne toast was the kicker. You know you're dehydrated when you wake up twice during middle of the night with cramps in your calves so disarmingly painful you have to bite your pillow.
Now, starting later than I had planned (not surprisingly at all), it's time to work. I have witnesses to cross-examine and an arbitrator to convince on Tuesday. Eeeek.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
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