The Joys Of Bronchitis

I mentioned in a previous post that I was sick... It's more than sick! It's bronchitis, and I'm almost in my fourth week of having it now. 25 days I've had this, man! I've never had bronchitis before, and I hope I never get it again! For some reason it won't leave me. It's grown quite fond of me. It's sucking my will to live! Well, not really, but I can't figure it out. Jonathan had it first. Then, Debra got it. One, or the other, of them gave it to me. One of us gave it to Dad. I gave it to Baby Girl. Jonathan got better. Dad got better. Debra got better. Jonathan caught it again. Baby Girl got better. Debra caught it again. Dad caught it again. Then, Mom caught it. Jonathan got over it. Debra, Mom, and Dad got over it... Are you noticing a theme here? I'VE NEVER GOT RID OF IT THE WHOLE TIME!!! I'm still hacking and gagging my lungs out! It's kinda putting a damper on things for me. I recorded the last Cruel Music piece being sick. I don't want to record another sick album! It's been done before! Actually it was done before last month. You die-hard Cruel Music fans out there will recall that I recorded an album called "Sick" back in 2002, and it dealt with me being sick. I'm so sick of being sick!

Missing

Our buddy, Ozzy, disappeared on January 29. We miss him a lot. Kenny especially misses him. He's been in shock these last few days. We've lost two cats outside now, so we've decided to make Kenny an inside cat. He'll be safe in here. And, he seems really happy being with Daisy now. They've been playing nonstop for, like, 3 hours.

Super Sunday!!!

I'm beginning to think that me and Baby Girl are the only ones on the planet who could care less about football. That's all I've heard today, man, "Are you going to watch the Superbowl?" And, "Woo hoo, tonight's the Superbowl!" Well, whooptie freakin' do! Football is lame, and the Superbowl is nothing but a bunch of over-paid little boys promoting the spread of mass consumerism.