With a headache the size of my car
Ugh. I caught some evil Spanish flu. I just got back and was so happy to be home and then WHAM! I was supposed to be in NY today, but there was no way I was driving 3 hours and sitting in a conference room all day only to drive 3 hours back feeling like this. So now I have to be in this meeting via conference call. Yeee haw. At least I got home from Spain earlier than expected. I don't understand how my life got so busy. I barely have time to figure out what the next thing on my calendar is. I should just move to NY for all the time I spend there these days. I have a week of meetings there next week. Ugh. Oh well, it's a good excuse to see a hi-fi show. I can't wait for my vacation. Suzie, Diane and Maggie -- look out! I'm going to be in rare form. Although I have recently discovered I can't party like I used to. Paul and I sampled a little too much vino tinto last week and I thought I was going to die. Maybe it's a Spanish thing. Or maybe it's wine. I guess I'll have to stick to beer. Naw, I'm just going to be happy to get out and listen to some live tunes. It feels like forever since I've been to a show. My stupid brother screwed up my plans to see the Valhalla Kittens this Saturday now that he decided to have Easter at his house on Saturday. Easter on Saturday?? Whatever. OK, I gotta go vomit now.