Don't worry about the title

I went jogging this morning. I thought maybe it would help me get healthy and help me lose some of this fat. Instead, I almost died. I'm serious. I'm dictating this e-mail to my wife because my hands are shaking such that I can't type. Where are my smokes? Don't type that. I thought I left them on the counter. Go ahead and send that. I don't think I'm going to do any more running until he gets back to me. With my luck, he'll publish it in tomorrow's paper and I'll have to get out there and run again. I might've left them in my coat. Are you gonna get that? Hello? Good. How are you? I'll check with Kay and see if that'll work. Hold on. Hey, how does Saturday look? The Fitzpatricks want to go to Red Robin. Yeah, that sounds good. We haven't been there since last year. Great, see you there. Bye. We're meeting them there at 6:00. What are you typing? What the? I told you to send that. No, first delete all this.

It sounds like you might want to stay away from the jogging track and the smokes. It also sounds like you might want to keep your wife away from the computer ... and sharp objects ... and heavy machinery ... and people who like to carry on conversations...

posted by Lawrence A. Fing @ 12:00 PM