reassembling

[slayering]

i think i just cleared out of the fog of the flu. not the puke-your-guts-out flu, but the kind where you can't move b/c everything feels like broken glass and you have a fever so intense you feel like the Human Torch cooking omelettes on your stomach. i just took a shower and for once my eyes don't feel like two chinese stress balls. y'know, like laurence fishburne had in boyz in the hood? yeah so the deliriousness probably hasn't worn off yet. you don't recover this fast without being in excellent care. my black metal candy striper made me food, brought me frozen washcloths, kissed my hands even though they were 5 trillion degrees. no virus, no matter how insane, can withstand love and garlic chicken soup. so depending on how long this newfound strength lasts, i'd like to try and see Sin City tonight; it's a long shot but i can't hold out any longer. also my life seems to be revolving around lightning bolt these days, whether it's obsessively checking my mailbox for power of salad -or- pestering vanessa about whether or not they replied to her email about where they're playing in cleveland -or- listening to a live set of their i recently d/l'ed... maybe i just miss really enjoying myself at a show. seems like i always find ways to have a bad time. except maybe at guitar wolf. the amazing time i had then is made even more special considering bass wolf passed away and the band broke up. tony and shawn can't appreciate how lucky they were to be at that show, but really who can blame them, they went b/c of me.

time to watch spanglish and nap.