Friday, March 20, 2015

You should be sleeping alone

Woke up with my uvula feeling like an 80 LBS heavy bag. Yes, yes, insert your horrible joke about what I must have swallowed.

My brain is being an asshole this morning
Is me, or does it seem like getting sick always coincides with the days you have the most shit to do? It's as if your body has decided, let's add a few degrees of difficulty to your shit! 

When I was a kid I used to get sick all the time. I was asthmatic up until puberty hit at which point my body decided, this asthma shit detracts from all the things we can do to his body to make him awkward as fuck. My inhaler didn't help; it just traded one shit thing for wicked jitters and joints that would randomly lock up.

But the best parts of being sick as a child were 1. the soft boiled eggs my father was convinced would heal just about anything and 2. not being allowed to cough after 10 PM. I was never told explicitly that I wasn't allowed to cough after 10, I just always got a very loud,  SHUT THE FUCK UP! From dad's room whenever I did cough. God I miss that man.

Apparently, it is the 20 year anniversary of the arrival of Garbage on the scene. Shirley has not aged except to get better. Butch is still one of the most important man in music over the last quarter century. And I love Garbage more today than the first time I fell in love with them.

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