Dis-inhibited Outpourings of Twaddle
After a severe attack of Raynauds Disease last night, I still cannot feel my toes all that well. Thanks to my dearest Father, I seemed to have inherited Raynauds from him. It took 2 hours of working out pretty hard to get the feeling back in my feet/toes last night. This morning, it’s started up again and it bloody hurts.
Last night, I figured the best way to forget about the pain and my white toes, was to go out. So we did. A few drinks later, I still couldn’t feel my toes but I didn’t care.
I am overly happy that it’s Friday and almost the weekend. I am overly pissed off about the continuation of snow falling and freezing -8 temps.