I spent the last thirty-nine hours in bed with a fever. It's gone now, but my throat feels like I swallowed a pool ball.
Even so, I'm extra-excited to look through my pile of audition sheets and try to decipher my notes from Saturday.
More to come, and all good times.
UPDATE, 8:08pm:
Apparently good times includes repeated vomiting. Why? Because just now I was throwing up while President Bush was talking on the TV.
...but my throat feels like I swallowed a pool ball.
Boy. What a set-up.
Makes you wonder just how I got sick and why I'm being so quiet about it, don't it?
It's merely a placeholder, this post.
Posted by: Ida at September 22, 2003 03:17 PMGee, if I'd had to watch (P)resident Bush on TV, it probably would have made me throw up too!
Posted by: THE COMTE at September 23, 2003 01:38 PMHeh. This post is almost like the {snip} sections of my Memorial Day Post-O-Rama. The best shit is always the part you can't actually post online.
Good old TPC. It'll do ya every time.
Posted by: fbf at September 23, 2003 10:50 PMand it'll usually do ya pretty good. (All FB's are going to D.C.'s on Freitag, ja?)
Posted by: sonya at September 24, 2003 08:15 AMja wol. Imsothere.
Posted by: fbf at September 24, 2003 10:51 PM