Well, I is layin there on my death bed fightin the battle between sanity an reality, an Dengue Fever is leadin the way midway thru the 3rd quarter, then I has this crazy dream bout a dog who made a bicycle out of mud, the face of the dog look like Tyson btw, an I says dat bicycle aint gonna works made outta mud, then I realize the dog takes the mud an goes to dat Periodic Cycle of elements an tide chart and switches out some numbers an letters, takes it all the way down to Astro Physics and puts together a bicycle that works, all the way down to the sprockets...I am very impressed, then in the middle my dream I hear the sound of running water which is very soothing for going insane, then I wake up, Oh fuck, water is pouring into my bedroom back in the real world, my dog says oh fuck, jumps up on da bed, good girl Tibby, she says you gonna do some ting bout dat, I says fuck it, I'm dead or crazy tomorrow, so she just nudges my leg with her nose and wags her tail a couple times and says fuck it, I got this. From that moment I could tell that she was already planning on switching some elements around to come up with a couple dams to keep the water out, that's a smart dog.Any ways I have pulled thru the Fever one more time, Brett 2, Dengue .5
