2/15/2005 - Don't Go Away

I love all of my sexy readers in filthy nasty ways, but I had unprecedented illness yesterday. I was feeling out of sorts all weekend, and probably played the worst show of my life Saturday night, but I woke up Monday morning thinking "Dear Lord, please murder me in my sleep and end this misery". That's what I usually think when I wake up, but this time I was sick, too.

So I spent all of Valentine's Day in bed. Alone. Miserable. Whimpering in agony. Thinking "I'm damned glad I don't have a wife or girlfriend to give me a hard time about how whiney men get when they're sick".

I have things that I want to write, but right now... I sti-ill fee-eel si-iiiiick. Whaaa.