I feel like crap. My chest hurts; I can't stop coughing; I'm completely clogged; and my joints feel like someone is driving nails through them. I feel like pulling my arms off and gouging out my eyes.
I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.
