07.08.00

 Thank you, gentle reader. I will wear the underwear the next time I go to the Henny Penny. For those who wondered....

Yes, I'm wearing underwear underneath.

No, the hole isn't sewn shut--but it doesn't open and the t-shirts I wear cover it.

No, I won't "show you more"

Yes, I have a left arm--but I don't know where it is in that picture.

Anyway, this is just a short update on the underwear situation. I've been sick with this miserable cold for a week now and for the second time this year, I sound like Brenda Vaccaro (Fight pain with Anacin . . . and WIN). At this very minute it's Friday night and I'm missing out on a fun night with Hula and our friend Kelly (the guy who built my computer). They are having huge laughs at the Old Town School of Folk Music open mike night (sharp readers will remember the entry I posted and removed a few days later about this very event last month) and I'm here watching Big Brother feeds and timing my next NyQuil dosage.

I've been having a mini breakdown nearly every day since they sent me home from work and told me not to come back until I sound less like a barking sea lion and more like a human. I'm bored and sad and angry. I hate being sick and more, I hate being deprived of nicotine.

None of this is conducive to good on-line journaling and I'm out of here until I shape up and get a better attitude.

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