Cough Cough, sniffle sniffle.....
2005-09-29 || 1:14 p.m.

Cough Cough, sniffle sniffle.....
What better way to start of the fall than with a cold. This is the mother of all colds too! I can't even describe how absolutely fucking shitty I feel. It all started last sunday with that little tickle in the throat. I fought it off for a couple of days and then on Wednesday night It hit me hard. I called in sick on Thurs. and Fri. and by Friday night I felt pretty damn good and it was a good thing because on Saturday morning we we're going to atlantic city. A friend of ours turned forty( old bastard) and his wife suprised him with a bus trip to A.C. with 35 of his closest friends and family. It was a lot of fun but it turned out to be a long day and night. The bus left at 10 am and returned home at 3 am. We had a blast though. She paid for everything and we even went to a show. It was the Love Kittens burlesque show at Resorts. It was pretty entertaining. The girls in it were smokin hot. The highlight of the show was my perverted buddy Jimmy. he is always talking about girls and sex and shit like that just to give you a little insight on his personality. At one point in the show the lyrics to one of the songs are "will you go to bed with me?" and then the music stops for a second and continues. Without missing a beat and without thinking my buddy Jimmy filled in the pause with a very loud and definitive "YUP!". The whole place burst ou with laughter. I nearly wet myself. It made it even funnier knowing Jimmys pesonality. it was so perfect that it almost sounded planned. Any way after that whole night of fun and laughs i woke up on sunday feeling not so great again and here I am on thursday feeling even worse. I went to the doctor and he told me I have a terrible cold and I just need to ride it out. Thanks Doc! I was hoping to get some quality drugs but oh well. The problem with this whole cold thing is that I have to sing Friday and Saturday night. It should be interesting to see if I can even hum a tune by then being that I can barely talk right now. I have been loading up on the hot tea and honey and it's starting to feel a little better. I have my fingers crossed. Hopefully this shit in my throat will break up. I have tried every trick in the book and nothing seems to be working. This is a rough one. I still have one trick left, something I learned from Jay Black of Jay Black and the Americans, But it is a last resort. It works for the night you have to sing but the next day you're fucked and it takes a few days to get anything back again. Hopefully I won't have to resort to such drastic measures. It is a concoction of lemon and tea and Drambuie and some other shit and I think there is a part in there about a deal with the devil but I have to check my notes on that.
Well that is the drama in my life right now. In a world where people have had their homes washed away and there lives pretty much changed forever, I'm here complaining about a sore fucking throat. Oh well I guess I wouldn't be human if I didn't complain about something.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Later,ROB