El Oso Grande

This morning I woke up with a throbbing in my noggin. I'm not often with headache, but whoah nelly, that is not true of this moment in time. But the truth of it is, the bone splitting nature of this headache is taking a back seat to the stomach tickle that rumbles in anticipation over the activities to be embarked upon over the next 48 hours. It's going to be an empirically good time. Just picture it to be something along the lines of (minus the angsty lyrical content):