K. So, I've not posted anything in a while... It's partly been a timing thing...partly a laziness thing...and partly a lack of blog-worthy happenings in my life since the accident. Oh, I know...the election... There's another good excuse for my silence. I still wish they'd gone for my slogan last November: Barak Obama - It's About Damn Time!

So what makes this weekend different? Well, I've spent the last three days in a cold remedy induced coma-like state, a wondrous fun-land of somnambulistic fuzziness where my voice seems to move at its own pace between a hoarse rasp and Barry White approved basso profondo, while once again I feel like a character in a Pink Floyd song. While I'm normally one to cling to natural methods of alleviating the ravages of any given bug, this one's getting the full arsenal of modern over-the-counter remedies.

Oddly enough, the lack of coherent thought hasn't seemed to slow me down too much. I get up. I eat. I go to work. I sleep.

I did get to a concert last week. And I got to review it for the City Paper. So, yay for stuffed up me! Scroll down to Fretboard Fire if you're interested...

And now the medicine is really kicking in... If the medicine doesn't stun you... Think I'm gonna fill up a nice hot tub o' water and just soak.