I had fun in NY. After several days there, though, the devil apparently decided to inject some sort of demon-virus in me. I was bedridden for a couple of days and missed a few bands that I wanted to see, but the trip was a good one, nonetheless. Fortunately, the disease subsided long enough for the drive home, in which I listened to the Scissor Sisters CD many times. Heh, alliteration. Alas, The Sickness found me again just a couple of hours after returning to the house. I am still in grasps, but it seems to be weakening. I'm smoking more, which is hastening the violent expulsions of the ichors which have been dwelling between my mouth and lungs.
I believe that by tomorrow all will be well.
I believe that by tomorrow all will be well.