I could have sworn I wrote an entry yesterday, but I have no idea what I wrote if I did, so maybe I dreamed it. I'm doing a lot of dreaming lately... combine the Nyquil, the blackberry brandy, the decongestants and antihistamines and Afrin I am filled with and vivid dreams are bound to occur. It's the one advantage of being sick! I am feeling semi-okay. Well enough to be at work and not be absolutely miserable, but still stuffy and not "well."
We had a special show with Kevin Fowler with just about 100 listeners last night. I enjoyed it, but sure didn't feel like being around people so I stayed just long enough to hear a new song I'd been hearing about and then I went home and went to bed.
This isn't even an entry, this is so lame. And I've got to get ready and go to work.