I’m insane, but hopeful. Or, should I say, hopefully it’s just BEING insane that has me sitting here at the back of a plane headed for California to perform tomorrow at a Singles Conference that was booked months ago. Don’t feel spectacular, but I’m not coughing, dripping, wheezing or spitting up that delightful avocado green gunk that accompanies congestive ickinesses. These pills I’ve been taking are scary. How do they know how to make me this much better than I’ve been for the last two weeks? Another vote for better living through chemistry…and for the prayers of those who must REALLY want to hear my songs on Saturday in San Diego.
I must not be THAT much better, however. The security guy at the airport looked twice at my ID picture and asked if I was normally so white!
I said, “I didn’t know you knew my music!”
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BWA_HA_HA_HA. At least your sense of humor hasn’t taken a hit. I assume you’re back now, since this just popped up on my screen. And I assume you lived, but that you are now back in bed asleep. Z packs work.
I’m glad you still have you sense of humor too. And I’m sorry but, that was a little too descriptive for me….Avocado green???