six days layin' in the road . .
No joke; I am really sick. I haven't been this ill since I was seven and got scarlet fever; this is the first day I've been strong enough to sit up and type at the computer. I blame it muchly on the concert; I drove to NY and back in one day to do it, jammed with a band at the top of the Bossart balcony till 10 at night, didn't sleep for 30 hours . . . It was bad.
My eyes are infected now as well as everything else; I can barely see. They hurt already. Ick.
My eyes are infected now as well as everything else; I can barely see. They hurt already. Ick.