Note to self...

Never eat fried chicken again. Ever.

I'm a bit sick today. But if I can write, I'm going to write, mostly because my stomach finds the idea of sitting in one place and not moving all that much to be agreeable enough to allow me out of bed. FFF probably won't be a 12:01 posting this week, but I'm hoping to still make the 9pm deadline for tomorrow. Just try not to be too surprised if Chuck starts fantasizing about boxes of Saltines. Dry, tasteless, boring Saltines...

In the meantime, I'll try ...