Today, I sent one of our student workers home because she looked like death warmed over. Then, I realized that perhaps I should be heeding my own advice.
Evidence for the prosecution:
1. I was coughing all over my keyboard
2. My throat felt like it had little elves in it, all of them determined to poke me with little sticks.
3. I was willingly listening to Rhapsody’s suggestion of Neil Diamond’s Gold.
Clearly, I was not my normal self. Not that I have anything against singing along to “Sweet Caroline” at a Red Sox game. I also think that he was deliciously hilarious in Saving Silverman
So, here I am, curled up on the couch with the cat, my laptop and a tivo full of crap TV. I’m hoping that my throat feels better tonight, when I’m supposed to do a mini set at Aqua.
If my throat doesn’t feel better? I’ll just have to do my entire repertoire of Steve Nicks songs!
I hope your throat got better for the Aqua open mike or at least gets better soon. That sucks.
Anyway karma + + to hear you sent someone home cuz they looked ill. *thinks* In the long run I’m sure they felt glad they could go home and rest. (unless of course their home was open air alley, but that’s not your fault) *crickets*
Congrats on doing the NaBloPoMo -06. Best wishes to you for the rest of the year.
– blath