A sore throat has pretty much leveled and zombified me.
I’m trying to get stuff done (packing, cleaning, doing homework for the Nalandabodhi course I’m taking) and now I’ve just talked myself out of going to see Sick of it All tonight. I guess the thought of being taunted by bands which feature crazed hardcore yelling may be too much for someone who has a gravelly squeak of a voice left to them. Might as well go see the Throat Singers of Tuvu
I’m working hard to convalesce in order to make it to the Cancer Bats show this week. I will wrap my neck with an old sweatsock dipped in Vicks Vapourub if only to make it out to see them.
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