JT Money’s rendition of “Who Dat” does very little to improve one’s outlook on life.
I’m feeling a little better. I think my fever burned itself off – nyquil and sleep soon.
Thanks to all who sent well wishin, in person or otherwise.
Day: October 5, 2004
it is always a sad day when we lose a great.
and was he ever one.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
so my fever is hovering around 100. thanks tylenol.
going to pay rent and get juice,then hole up in a flu-foxhole.
i fucking hate being sick. my own damn fault, probably. that and a sick co-worker.
Fever 102, throat that feels like it was left out in the sun too long.
Fuckin a.