I need to let out some frustration. I apologized this morning in an email for whining about being sick, but this is my bloggy, so I can act as undignified as I like. Isn’t that what the web is for, after all?
Here goes…
Why the hell did I have to get sick? What the hell? Seriously, I’m pissed!
There are things I would like to do tonight. I’d like to see Kelli Rae Powell sing her fanny off at the Luna Lounge tonight. Sincere congratulations to the other finalists in the Williamsburg Live Songwriter Competition–but I want Kelli Rae to win.
I live approximately thirty steps from tonight’s venue. While I shouldn’t have gone last night to see her perform in the semifinals, I couldn’t stay in the bubble. Tonight I will just stay home. My presence won’t change the outcome. The same cannot be said for a certain hat!
In addition to seeing Kelli Rae, I was very much looking forward to hanging out with my new pal Teresa tonight. That’ll have to wait as well.
That wasn’t much of a rant, but it’s not doing me any good being annoyed by my infirmed condition (there, that makes it sound sooooo clinical). My job today is to get better.
I’m going to lay in bed as long as I can and listen to music and write. I have chords to learn on my guitar (I wish I owned a capo). I have calming tea to drink. Soup will fill my tummy, and dreams will fill my head.
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