Tuesday, 10 January, 2012
basset hound
i am 3 days sick, or maybe 5, if you count upwards.
bent over like a begger in the battlefield.
wish i had music on in the background instead of seinfeld.
fixed, juno soundtrack, wobbly eyes, un-steady keys.
the medication is working.
i am fine.
i feel like a jerkass whenever i call-in sick, colin sick.
not like a liar, but certainly like a jerkass.
er'body at work today said: OAHL! I HOALP HE GHETS WAY BETTHER SOAHL FASHT!!
Dang-Q.
my voice is still at the party on saturday night.
called, left msgs, texts, bbms, bobs, wallaces.
nothing, nowhere, nevermore.
replaced with a barking cough, and a crying nose.
painful and plentiful.
my head is way heavier when it's full of sloppy-snot and pre-coughs.
eating so many oranges.
drinking coffee and OJ and watka.
peeling skins, getting wins.
gotta heal fast for the big show:
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 3RD - JOE'S APARTMENT - GRANVILLE STREET
full band, with fully-bonded musicians.
playing new and old songs only.
none of that yesterday or tomorrow shit.
*if you are reading this, you should absolutely attend, unless you live in europe or winnipeg.
write next line here, non italic, safe.
thanks helper col-brain.
cold medication is much stronger than my normal rotation.
i collect the dumbest shit. but some of it is good memories and stuff.
the kind of stuff that keeps the ole dome steady on cold nights like tonight.
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