Jesus, I don't even remember the last time I was this sick. I don't think anyone really ever remembers the feelings clearly, because lemme tell ya, if I did, I wouldn't have the strength or will to go through this again.
The San Diego Black Death strikes again. My boss is pissed (we'll see how she feels when she gets it) because I haven't been to work at all this week. And I'm not going tomorrow. So far this flu has cost me $500 in meds and lost wages as my job has no such thing as sick days. It's a good thing I have so many books, because that what will have to fill my free time next months. And I'll probably have to eat the cookbooks.
So here's a list of symptoms, in case you're feeling funky too.
You spine stiffens and swells
your eyes are on fire
someone shoved fistfulls of chili powder up your nose and left them there...for three days
you're coughing up chunks of things you know you haven't eaten
all your muscles are vibrating, all the time
you sweat and shiver all day
your jaw is sore from having your mouth open ALL the time
you have to be a conscious breather, and it's VERY hard to sleep when you have to remember to breathe
you have a ridiculously high fever, all the time
you drink and drink and never pee
you cough so hard your whole core feels like it's being ripped to sheds by a weedwhacker
everything hurts. Fingernails, neck, back, legs. Even your hair hurts. Drying yourself off after the 5th shower of the day hurts.
Oh, and you puke. A lot. Not because you're queasy, because you cough so hard, it's like popping a bag of chips. Just as loud and startling, not as delicious.
It sucks, actually.
The San Diego Black Death strikes again. My boss is pissed (we'll see how she feels when she gets it) because I haven't been to work at all this week. And I'm not going tomorrow. So far this flu has cost me $500 in meds and lost wages as my job has no such thing as sick days. It's a good thing I have so many books, because that what will have to fill my free time next months. And I'll probably have to eat the cookbooks.
So here's a list of symptoms, in case you're feeling funky too.
You spine stiffens and swells
your eyes are on fire
someone shoved fistfulls of chili powder up your nose and left them there...for three days
you're coughing up chunks of things you know you haven't eaten
all your muscles are vibrating, all the time
you sweat and shiver all day
your jaw is sore from having your mouth open ALL the time
you have to be a conscious breather, and it's VERY hard to sleep when you have to remember to breathe
you have a ridiculously high fever, all the time
you drink and drink and never pee
you cough so hard your whole core feels like it's being ripped to sheds by a weedwhacker
everything hurts. Fingernails, neck, back, legs. Even your hair hurts. Drying yourself off after the 5th shower of the day hurts.
Oh, and you puke. A lot. Not because you're queasy, because you cough so hard, it's like popping a bag of chips. Just as loud and startling, not as delicious.
It sucks, actually.
Regardless...
If you can read this, that means I would really appreciate it if you were to check out my band, The Wrecktals! We just recorded a demo, and a couple tracks are up on MySpace, and then a track-or-two-that's-not-on-MySpace is on FaceBook.
CLICK THIS BIG PINK SET OF WORDS TO VISIT OUT MYSPACE!!!
We really wanna make friends with you! Seriously! That's one thing that a lot of bands hate... There's this nice fat fucking gap between fan and artist. Fuck that gap. Gaps need to be fucked. Fuck it! The Gap that is! So go there! And tell us what you think!
And if you are super-friendly and rad and awesome! You caaaan...
CLICK THIS OTHER SET OF BIG PINK WORDS TO VISIT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE!!!
And again, please tell us what you think! And if you know anybody who likes their punk and ska and hardcore... Please pass the good word on!
Look! We're like Rancid! Can we have some street cred now?
Wigglywigglywiggly!
This band is my baby. We are going to be successful (in terms of creating that feeling in someone's chest when they hear that song they love, not "successful" as in "money"). It's our dream and it's gonna happen through our own hard work and passion and love for radness!
But like I said, we have a demo out. You pay $4 and you get eight (wicked-quality) tracks that last almost half-an-hour, some sweet DIY eye-candy, and instant immortality/karma! That's right! Everyone who buys our demo will have their name immortalized somewhere on the next release! So make sure we know who you are! We want to thank each and every one of you who actually listened to us!
We're playing lots of rad underground shows and we support all of those who make music for the sake of creation and expression. I've been to every fucking band I can imagine within five-bajillion-miles of me, so the favour better be returned!
My name is Christoph, but most people call me Slut (short for PunkerSlut)... And you can call me Susan, if it makes you happy... But on behalf of The Wrecktals, thank you for your time! I hope you like us!
'Cause if you read all this, it means we already like you!
Live. Love. Unity.