fun with the flu!
Well, I have the flu. I'm not quite sure where I got it, but I have my guesses. My best guess is I got it from Floyd J. Phillips, who was sick when we went to do a gig in Grand Junction, CO. The crazy thing about the flu is that you always feel like you're freezing. I've been bundling myself up underneath a ton of blankets and then found out from my wife that it was a bad idea. As a matter of fact, my temperature went down an entire degree after I got outside of the blankets and put a cold rag on my head. So now my temperature is 101.9 degrees fahrenheit.
My wife is actually typing this for me as I sit here freezing and muttering words to her. If there's anything in this post that seems a bit off, it's probably because she took the liberty to write something that I didn't say. It is cool to have a scribe, though, because then you can just write how you think.
Now back to the flu. This couldn't have come at a worse time. I have a presentation tomorrow that I'm going to miss and I also needed to edit sound for the short film that I just got finished with. Hopefully my professor understands that I have the flu and that in the real world you don't knowingly go to any type of business meetings where you would infect *sneeze* the very same people that you're trying to sell something to.
Anyway, hopefully my wife doesn't get sick, because if I had to be her scribe, every other sentence would be something out of my own head.
So cold. So very cold.
My wife is actually typing this for me as I sit here freezing and muttering words to her. If there's anything in this post that seems a bit off, it's probably because she took the liberty to write something that I didn't say. It is cool to have a scribe, though, because then you can just write how you think.
Now back to the flu. This couldn't have come at a worse time. I have a presentation tomorrow that I'm going to miss and I also needed to edit sound for the short film that I just got finished with. Hopefully my professor understands that I have the flu and that in the real world you don't knowingly go to any type of business meetings where you would infect *sneeze* the very same people that you're trying to sell something to.
Anyway, hopefully my wife doesn't get sick, because if I had to be her scribe, every other sentence would be something out of my own head.
So cold. So very cold.

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