…like sick enough to where I, the insomniac, just slept on and off for about 18 hours. I’m still feeling gross too. I don’t like being sick, but not for the average reasons. I mean, I’m all about any reason to stay in bed and watch cartoons, usually. But here’s what my being sick impedes:

- I have a day job that involves talking all day long. The less effective I am at speaking, the worse my job is performed.

- I had major hopes of doing a surprise live radio appearance for the holidays. Now, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to sing for it.

- I want to tell every last living creature on earth that Chris Zabriskie has just finished his new record and it’s better than your wildest dreams covered in marmalade. But, pretty  much lost my voice, so… no go.

- I’m listening to Belinda Carlisle’s sorely overlooked first solo album (aka: the only good thing she did besdies front The Go-Go’s, and even that’s debatable). I want to sing along. I cannot. Frustration ensues.

And with all of that said, I’m going to attempt to take a shower, body aches be damned. I figure that if I I can sit up awake long enough to write a blog, sip some lukewarm coffee and listen to Belinda Carlisle, I’m fit enough to let some water wash the germs away. I’d advise you all to stay away and not let me breathe on you, but leaving comments here isn’t infectious.

This sucks. I have a lot to do before the end of the month.

Stay well, everyone.