I rarely get sick. I am talking once, maybe twice a year. I have been lucky in that I am a hypochondriac who has a suspiciously strong immune system, but when I do get sick, it hits like a train. This past week has been one of those cases. To quote my current away message: "this cold feels like satan has taken over my body for the last five days and forced hell fire to spew out of every hole in my body."
That's pretty dramatic and I will be the second to point out how much of a baby I am when I get sick (the first, of course, is my girlfriend). It gets to a point where I convince myself that I will never be healthy again and find myself longing for the days when I had a normal speaking voice. I listen to radio air checks I recorded just last week and think,
"Listen to you, ya old so and so. You used to have it all together. You had dreams, but now..."
That feeling is starting to subside, though as I am on that upswing period where you start to discover you can breathe a little better and you stop contemplating taking out your switchblade and burying it deep into your sinus cavity to release the hell-beast that lies beneath that wall of bone and sin. Release me from your grasp, Angel of Darkness!
See, there I go again. Dramatic. Sorry.
I will be healthy tomorrow. Pool Party - my house.
So do yourself a favor and be there.
Love,
Josh
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