I got the sick on me.

I think sometimes it's appropriate to put up a photo of pop art monkeys instead of anything else, is all. I'm a sick kid. I have been oddly cold and unable to regulate my temperature for a couple of days. I mustered some perkiness for a very fun gig last night at the Irie Bean with Stephanie Delk (where my good buddy Katie sang one of my songs better than I can which is awesome). Then I found myself buried under 4 blankets and a sleeping bag with the furnace on and shivering. So I did what any self-respecting stubborn patient would do and called my college roommate who is in med school. She's way far into med school, so she's a doctor in my book. When you say things like, "I was falling asleep standing up today watching colonoscopies," you are a doctor. Anyway I'm supposed to alternate Tylenol and ibuprofen and DRINK JUICE THANK YOU. I hate juice. I just do. Grapefruit and pomegranate and cranberry are about the only types I can muster down my throat. Thus ends this whiny, non-musicfied post. Because I have days like that, people. Tomorrow will be better!