My head is not throbbing right now, but it needs to be. The stomach is calm and content, when it should be on the brink of an acid eruption. My throat is clear, but I'm waiting for a cough to nag my windpipe. I'm about to write about the lack of federal funding for road and bridge construction, a subject I am absolutely sick of writing about. Industry associations always try and pitch the angle to me, and my subconscious sits there rolling its eyes in disgust. My words on this page simply do not have the strength to grip the neck of lawmakers in Washington, D.C., until they become light-headed enough to come to their senses. Yet here I am, feeling the need to talk about another funding extension which continues this dizzying merry-go-round that has been picking up circular speed for a decade now. OK, now I'm starting to feel a little queasy.
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