Life sucks and death is calling, every day.
I suppose it had to happen eventually: midway through a shift in which I'd just about managed to get through six or seven hours (having to do the work that my minions didn't bother doing as well as my own), I realised I could barely stand upright, and, after pointing out that I would black out if I remained at work a moment longer, was taken home. Midway through the drive back, I had to stop and throw up. So, off sick for two days, which is actually the first time I've had a two-day break in ages.
Undoubtedly my workaholism (I'm addicted to workahol!) is the cause for my physical deterioration, but I wish I'd noticed it before it got to this point. Weirdly, it wasn't as if I'd been particularly EXTREME~! in terms of hours worked either: no 67-hour weeks here, although I did do one of the patented Mackay/Wilson Death Shifts (Saturday night, Sunday morning, next to no sleep in between), which is probably the root cause of it.
Anyway, I'll be hauling my corpse into work tomorrow to play some Christmas stuff for the old dears that I play for every year: no idea what festive jingles I'll be unleashing, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.
In non-sickness related news: Chris and I went to see Josh T Pearson at Taylor John's House last Thursday. Josh was the singer from Lift To Experience, a band whose 'The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads' album contemplated Texas being the promised land, and building a church in exchange for musical immortality. The Cocteau Twins produced, and the band disintegrated after that album and that album alone. Five years later, there's been nothing aside from a cameo on Bat For Lashes' 'Trophy' (and that only because Natascha Khan was such a big fan).
Still, here's Josh after years in the wilderness, dressed like John Wayne with a Karl Middleton beard, with a mic'ed up cowboy boot (!) and apologising that his guitar isn't loud enough. Even after that, it's almost uncomfortably loud, and indeed people are driven out of the room by it. Absence of rhythm section aside, there's not a great deal of difference from what he was doing in Lift To Experience: it's still Kevin Shields guitar with baritone crooning about angels, Armageddon and the likes, with songs going on for about 8 minutes a time. By his own admission, Pearson isn't quite in the mood tonight, and I think that reflects on his performance; nonetheless, there's some lovely stuff here which is hard to ignore.
At work, we're still lumbered with the Demon Headmaster, although rumours of his imminent demise persist, if possibly exaggerated. At home, Cabaret still can't work out whether he's an outdoor cat or not (in this weather who can blame him?). In music, I note I've missed Placebo and Howling Bells touring together, and that 'Knights of Cydonia' by Muse is a single- like, WTF.
On LiveJournal, it's about time I did my review of the year, although looking back on this year will be a weird experience. Still, you'd die without my best Albums and Films of '06, right?
Undoubtedly my workaholism (I'm addicted to workahol!) is the cause for my physical deterioration, but I wish I'd noticed it before it got to this point. Weirdly, it wasn't as if I'd been particularly EXTREME~! in terms of hours worked either: no 67-hour weeks here, although I did do one of the patented Mackay/Wilson Death Shifts (Saturday night, Sunday morning, next to no sleep in between), which is probably the root cause of it.
Anyway, I'll be hauling my corpse into work tomorrow to play some Christmas stuff for the old dears that I play for every year: no idea what festive jingles I'll be unleashing, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.
In non-sickness related news: Chris and I went to see Josh T Pearson at Taylor John's House last Thursday. Josh was the singer from Lift To Experience, a band whose 'The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads' album contemplated Texas being the promised land, and building a church in exchange for musical immortality. The Cocteau Twins produced, and the band disintegrated after that album and that album alone. Five years later, there's been nothing aside from a cameo on Bat For Lashes' 'Trophy' (and that only because Natascha Khan was such a big fan).
Still, here's Josh after years in the wilderness, dressed like John Wayne with a Karl Middleton beard, with a mic'ed up cowboy boot (!) and apologising that his guitar isn't loud enough. Even after that, it's almost uncomfortably loud, and indeed people are driven out of the room by it. Absence of rhythm section aside, there's not a great deal of difference from what he was doing in Lift To Experience: it's still Kevin Shields guitar with baritone crooning about angels, Armageddon and the likes, with songs going on for about 8 minutes a time. By his own admission, Pearson isn't quite in the mood tonight, and I think that reflects on his performance; nonetheless, there's some lovely stuff here which is hard to ignore.
At work, we're still lumbered with the Demon Headmaster, although rumours of his imminent demise persist, if possibly exaggerated. At home, Cabaret still can't work out whether he's an outdoor cat or not (in this weather who can blame him?). In music, I note I've missed Placebo and Howling Bells touring together, and that 'Knights of Cydonia' by Muse is a single- like, WTF.
On LiveJournal, it's about time I did my review of the year, although looking back on this year will be a weird experience. Still, you'd die without my best Albums and Films of '06, right?