sick.

Yep, Vomitus Maximus again. Although so far, it has actually been Minimus - mostly I'm in pain, and only one emergency bathroom run has happened. I won't be at sound check. I should be at The Dawning, barring unforseeable circumstances [pride of lions attack, I actually find the bottom of my stomach in the toilet - gross! - or, to be positive, a pot of gold, martians land and give the president an anal probe], so wish me luck.

Yes, I took a percocet this morning. What do you mean, I sound loopy? Pthththt.
Funny how good humoured one who is tied to her bathroom by invisible strings of illness can be.

Arg.

Tonight at The Dawning, plus a website update!

Good news! The Dawning's website is now back up! There's still a few things missing - playlists and propaganda - but they'll be up soon. I'm still working on the details with that.

Tonight at The Dawning: thismeansyou, with DJ Rift! You know you want a sext bald chick to musically kick your ass [any other desires you might be hiding in that dirty little brain, keep to yourself!]... and nothingoth is gonna make you sweat, I mean, dance! Yeah. Come help him celebrate his move to Cville, buy him a drink! And while you're over there, grab me a bottle of water. And pinch Tony's ass.

See you there!