Say What?

I think I may have damaged my hearing last weekend. Specifically on the ride back home to St. Louis. I have this tendency to listen to really loud music, and like Pete Townshend--it may be The Who's fault I am deaf.

Either that, or this listless/groggy/crappy feeling I've been living with the past few days is the onset of a cold (which could explain the weird feeling in my ear).

But, like my job situation we have a new taboo topic here at the Limemonkey ranch--my health. I can't talk about how I feel in any regard without my wife bringing up the dreaded "D" word. Look, I'm not afraid of them, I just would rather a flogging at the hands of Satan himself. Just thinking about a "D"-office makes me want to hurl. Everything is so fucking white and sterile. I just can't make myself go (and neither can you Leah). I plan on avoiding them forever (or until I die of an early preventable and/or cureable disease).

This blog post is going to get me in trouble.