sup ladies and gents. so last night the wife was admitted to the hospital. really bad stomach pain and throwing up like a bandit after drinking 34 hours straight. never the less we were concered so we we are still at the hospital. luckily shes not having a baby or having an apendex removed. but shes getting an ultrasound now. so pray for us that its nothing serious. but on to the topic. currently I have been up for 24 hours and I have 3 days and nights of station rebuild ahead of me. may god have mercy on my sanity. as I sit here in this hospital chair because god knows what creatures have lay in the craftsmatic adjustable bed I wonder why in the hell do hospital chairs make you want to toss them through the window. I am a man who hasn’t slept yet and watto take a quick nap. but instead I sit in the most hellish straight edged chair on the planet trying to enjoy the wonders of charmed on daytime tv while I feel like I was put through the tag team the elimnators finisher. you would think that they would put a chair for a visitor or a husband to be comfortable in while he sits waitng to hear if his wife is gonna make it through the ridiculous 5th stage of contra on nes. what kind of tardo crafted these chairs. obviously not a bandit. a bandit would make a chair out of erector set pieces covered with the pelt of baby lambs with cup holders a chinese massage parlor built in and enough leg room that you could invite the 1991 49ers team to practice on it. seriously what thr hrll was this dude thinking. oh fuck typos im wired and typing on my phone. anywho papa shango is coming back with my wife. hopefully h will be able to say I fixed her with voodoo

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