The Best of Intentions

I apologize to you, loyal readers, for not posting any new material here these past few days. When I mentioned in a recent entry that I would be upping my output quota, I failed to take into consideration the effect that a common cold could have on said output. To borrow a phrase from the Khan family vernacular, I woke up Sunday morning with a “pokey” throat. By Monday, the cold had migrated north to my nose, and by the time the alarm clock buzzed me awake Tuesday morning, I was treated to the ‘feeling crappy all over’ feeling that I miraculously had been able to avoid all winter long. I stayed in bed until 1:30 PM, had a chiropractic adjustment at 3, fed my face at 7, and crashed for the night at 8:30.

It should be noted that in my pre-ALS days, I was fairly impervious to colds. Prior to my diagnosis last year, I never used a sick day for an illness (unless you count my yearly bout of Giants Opening Day Fever). I guess what I’m trying to say is that now that I’m sick, getting sick sucks.

I feel a whole lot better today. I’m back to work today and blogging like a madman. I should conserve my strength for the big show that I’m attending at Oracle in Oakland tonight. Here’s a sample of the pre-recorded lyrics I’ll be hearing this evening: “All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus.”

And yes, I promise a full review of my Britney experience very soon.

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