It’s foggy, I’m foggy, we’re all a little foggy. I have a cold, or something, that makes me feel old and sleep deprived. I have this ridiculous cough that doesn’t even sound like it came from a human (maybe a pirate human, one who has had too many nights on stormy seas with his whisky bottle for company). Went to the doctor, and of course, the cough didn’t show up, so I appeared to by an overreacting hypochondriac. He suggested I have allergies and gave me an inhaler (I am pretty sure I don’t have allergies) and ordered a chest x-ray. Meanwhile, we have more work showing up at the studio than we have in years. So much for my good timing talent, eh? So that’s all I have…craving a night of full sleep (or at least a three hour stretch), a little more energy and something shiny and bright. Oh, wait, I have the shiny and bright!
Oh, that did make me feel a little better. Just a little.