Feel. Like. Death. I have an orifice oozing like Niagara falls, my chest feels like those annoying pink elephants from Fantasia are crushing it, and I’m simultaneously hot and cold. Just call me hot flash grandma. Ugh. Still, I will try to get up early to work out tomorrow. As I typed that sentence, I swear my inner voice cried laughing.


-Road Jane

AKA Hot Flash Grandma with a STUPID STUPID COLD!