DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY

That damned bag of salt kicked my ass.

I woke up to the world's stiffest neck and my legs hurt to beat the band. It was a short work week so I knew I could make it. The cold is still lingering and I feel like crud. Nevertheless, I suited up and made my jog to work.
Man, it was cold! I stopped at McDonalds to get shitty coffee it was so cold. When I got to work I checked the temperature outside. Yeah, no wonder it was cold. It was seven degrees out. Thankfully, I am the master of layering clothing so I felt little of it except around my parts of the face that don't have beard. So, not much.
Made it through work agaian and then started back home.
Home was quiet and I took it as easy as possible. Felt like crap.