Lately I haven't really had anything to say. My life's been so busy that I'm just running around doing things all day every day. The sickness didn't help either. Holy crap that sucked. Actually, my throat is still fucked up, but a lot better. At least it doesn't hurt anymore. But now I'm up at 5 in the morning because pills hate me.
I'm in San Diego now, and it's almost Christmas. I'm going to spend all day tomorrow fighting traffic and lines to get my Christmas shopping done. Fun fun fun! I'm not sure if I'll even have a car to do this...
PS I love it when I see a car with a plastic bag stuck to its tire. It's like seeing a person with toilet paper on their shoe. But different.
I'm in San Diego now, and it's almost Christmas. I'm going to spend all day tomorrow fighting traffic and lines to get my Christmas shopping done. Fun fun fun! I'm not sure if I'll even have a car to do this...
PS I love it when I see a car with a plastic bag stuck to its tire. It's like seeing a person with toilet paper on their shoe. But different.
Still in massive amounts of pain. I can't talk much, and I can't swallow. I'm on antibiotics, but they're not helping. I'm going back to the doctor tomorrow morning.
At first the throat thing was kinda funny. I mean, how many people do you know have had a puss pocket in their throat? But today, yeah, not so funny. I am in so much fucking pain. Tonight, I turned down free food and an open bar. That's how sick I am. And if you know me, you know I LOOOOOVE the food, and LOOOOOVE the booze. I still can't believe I didn't go. I'd just be miserable watching everyone partying it up while it hurts for me just to speak. Make it stop! Make it stop! I need to be better for the party tomorrow!!!
Oooouch. I woke up this morning and my sore throat that's been mildly bothering me for about a week has achieved holy-shit-it-hurts-when-I-swallow status, and along with it, my ear is killing me. I skipped work and saw a doctor, and apparently I have a puss pocket in my throat. Isn't that sexy? I've decided to name it Polly Puss Pocket. I shall be on antibiotics for ten days until Polly decides to pack up and leave. Don't let the door hit you on your way out!
Wow, what a difference a venue can make. We totally rocked the place. We even got encored twice. That feels really good after having the worst show of your band's career. But everyone says the Stork Club is notorious for that, so I guess I shouldn't feel so bad about it.
The dumb thing was, they made it sound a lot more exclusive than they actually made it. Apparently everyone could come inside, but they were only "inviting" restaurant workers/bartenders and musicians. Lame. The pitchers were only $5 too. Can you believe that? $5! Y'all needs to come out here fer the next one!
The dumb thing was, they made it sound a lot more exclusive than they actually made it. Apparently everyone could come inside, but they were only "inviting" restaurant workers/bartenders and musicians. Lame. The pitchers were only $5 too. Can you believe that? $5! Y'all needs to come out here fer the next one!
Argh. So the show we're playing at Blake's on this Sunday is supposed to be for bar/restaurant workers or musicians only. So come anyway, but just lie when you get hassled at the door, k? I mean, c'mon, $2 door, dollar beers and dollar fries? It's worth it!!!!!
Damn the show at the Stork Club sucked. But tomorrow night we'll be making up for it with the most amazing performance EVAR! So come down to Blake's Sunday night. It's only $2.
