…but I’m close enough for rock ‘n’ roll.
A Very Sci-Fi Sick Day
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.
Toys That Rock: Opening Acts
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.
Tehachapi To Tonopah
“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.