I spent all day Tuesday in bed. I spent nearly all day Wednesday in bed. I did go to the doctor. "Wash your hands" he suggested.
Maybe it was food poisoning, the double stuffed baked potato being the only thing I had that David didn't, a possible culprit. But there had also been a new bin of organic produce delivered earlier--that kind of shit's always got... shit... on it. Apparently it doesn't rinse itself. Or just now on the news they say there's an outbreak of norovirus in the area (details).
Symptoms of norovirus include severe nausea, cramping, diarrhea and fever. People who have it may remain sick for one to three days. Some mistake it for the flu, but a flu shot will not prevent the norovirus.So the answer to the question how was your New Year's Eve is... it fucking sucked. Again. Fuck you 2012. I'd proclaim triumph over you but I'm not that dumb. Some audit or overdue book from 2012 could easily be the death of me, there's still time.
I didn't even get a chance to kick of the year with something anthem-ic or even survival-y. Not that I had anything like that handy. Instead I'll go with a band that makes me happier the more time I spend with them: Frightened Rabbit. The subject to the email letting me know about this video "I'm definitely not going to fuck about..."
Do you see what I mean? It's like they were developed in a lab just for me.
Pedestrian Verse is out next month and they'll be in Portland March 9th. Look for me and Clark there, unless 2012's tendrils have gotten one (or both) of us.
Song: "The Woodpile"
Artist: Frightened Rabbit