You’ve taken your first step into a much larger (and more expensive) world.

My first Big Muff clone.  The line has been crossed.

I’m starting to almost kinda feel sort of alive again.  Its day 12 of this kick in the balls known as a cough/head cold.  I would say that I’m about 75-80% well now.  Still sniffling.  Still coughing up phlegm globbers.  Worst of all, on Sunday I lost my voice.  Today is Wednesday and I still haven’t found it yet.

Not having a voice makes conference calls at work awfully difficult.  At least in one-on-one meetings I can use sign language and stuff.  On the phone?  Nope.  Can you repeat that, you’re breaking up.  No, I am not actually breaking up.  My voice just doesn’t work anymore.

My voice better come back quick, I have to start singing on those new, as yet mostly hypothetical, fifty songs in ninety days things.  Oh, and I have a gig in a few weeks too!

Even the Coca Cola bottling company knows that I love my wife.

Heh, love you, Jen!

https://soundcloud.com/user-271928348/sets/5090-2017-works-in-progress

 

The stupidity that is the 50 songs in 90 days challenge is officially underway.

There’s only about three and a half hours to go until the start of the 50 songs in 90 days songwriting challenge.  You are so excited!  I can tell by the blank, empty, mournful looks on all of your faces!

Note to self:  Fear the Walking Dead is two hours next week (probably two discrete episodes airing rather than a single two hour episode) so don’t plan on going to bed at a decent hour.

Unlike when they ran the two hour premier at the same time HBO ran the series finale of The Leftovers, you are prepared.

Don’t forget, you tool.

Yesterday I was still sick, but I could honestly say that I was starting to feel a little better.  Today, day eight of the current plague, was a bit of a step back.  I still feel marginally better than I did on Thursday, but not quite as well as yesterday.

Last night I was up really late.  I didn’t go to bed until after midnight, and I was still awake around 1am.  I woke up at 7am and just stayed in bed.  Around 8:30 or so I fell back to sleep.  Jen woke me up a little after 10:00.  That was when the day started getting rough.  I just could not wake up.  I struggled to get my head straight for a couple of hours.  It was so hard emerging from the fog.  Eventually my beloved and I went out and ran some errands and had lunch.  After that I was done.  I just need to rest.

So eight days and counting.  Isn’t this fun?

I had an honest to goodness IT Crowd moment tonight.  When I got to my parents’ house I was told that there was something wrong with the living room TV.  The cable box was stuck on one channel but the screen was blank and it was completely unresponsive.  My Dad was on the phone.  He told me I had my work cut out for me.

I pulled the plug out of the back of the box, counted to 10, and plugged it back in.  It took a moment to re-sync and then it was fine.

Hello, IT. Have you tried turning it off and on again?

I have been sick for six days now and I am not even remotely better than I was when I first called in sick to work on Monday.

I am so completely and thoroughly disappointed in my immune system right now.

What a jerk.