Not that bad, not good either; tolerable is a good description.
I feel nauseated.
I think I am going spew now. At least you can spell....
My eyes hurt, and are oozing out of my skull.
My Brain is fried, gee, thanks.
Stop writing. Drink some bleach and get out of the gene pool.
For one of THOSE stories. You know, the ones that make you absolutely sure the
Suethor is on crack.