…but I’m close enough for rock ‘n’ roll.
I feel like the Devil shit in my mouth. My nose is dripping like Slimer, I got a pain in my throat like an Alien chewing it’s way out, and I’m coughing up more green stuff than Linda Blair. I’m like a one-man special effects unit.
Guess what production I will NOT be starring in today? Work.
UPDATE: Broke down and went to the doctor. I have a massive respiratory infection aggravated by allergies. I’m now on antibiotics, an anti-allergy med, an anti-inflammatory, and a 4x daily medicated nasal spray. I got it bad, and that ain’t good. Next time someone that loves me tells me to go to the doctor, I’m going to listen. No more stubborn male pride, I promise this time… probably.
I’m happy to report that although I am almost certain to die alone, when I die I will die with more toys than ANY of you.
Seriously, I could literally not move from this spot and still reach at least 20 different toys. And that’s not including all my video games. It’s ridiculous. I’m like a giant 8 year old. No wonder I can’t keep a woman.
If I get up and take one single step, I can actually get a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. And not a new one.
“I’ve been warped by the rain, driven by the snow. I’m drunk and dirty, don’t you know, but I’m still…”
I’ve always thought of Styx as something of a poor man’s Rush. But after last night’s concert I have to face the fact that I have never given them the credit they deserve. I was wrong, and have been for years. Styx fucking ROCKED. Never in a million years would I have thought I would enjoy a Styx show that much. I will most definitely be going to see them again.