Blergh. Everything hurts. Whooping cough, aching joints, aching head, coldness, sore throat, aching kidneys. I'm feeling as though I died and my body refused to let go, so I'm back, half the person I used to be. Maybe I'll fail university and end up touring Sooke out of nothing better to do. Or maybe I'll wear a guitar on my head and busk downtown, singing about pity and farmers and Japanese-Euro customs. At least I have a mountain of fruit, including oranges, grapes, kiwi, apples. . .
Thanks to everyone who came out to my show on Thursday night, it takes two fronts for a show to be great/good -- the crowd and the band.
Posted by matty-b at January 15, 2005 1:23 PMIt was a kickass show, and the opening band, though no wear near the calibre of one 'Semi-Louise', was pretty cool, too.
Get well soon.
You bastard, you probably gave whatever you got to me too. Or maybe I gave it to you...
Posted by: Tweek at January 16, 2005 1:33 PMSo many peeps got sick at that show. I blame it on the "Ill Stew" -- where all the illnesses everyone carried coming back from everywhere over the holidays mixed together to form a super 48 hour illness, rather than your usual 24 hour.
Posted by: m at January 16, 2005 8:51 PM