Crampawoken
Gee whiz! At about two this morning, my left calf decided to climb into my ass and see what was going on upstairs. I hate that! First of all, I always do a lot of talking when that happens. Lots of pleading and reasoning: “You gotta stop it, man! You gotta stop it, man! Okay! Okay! I’m getting up! Gimme a chance! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!”
And I’m still sore.
I remember once when I was in high school, I had a double cramp and couldn’t even stand up at all. I was begging for someone to just shoot me. Right between the eyes. Oh, brother!
