we heart vick’s

First off, belated (but no less heartfelt for the delay) thanks and congratulations to those who came out for the reading on Saturday and to my fellow readers, respectively. I’ve got a lot more blogs to follow now – there’s some great writing out there, and I’ll tell you right now: I’d get up on the same stage with Shasta McNasty any day. I started recapping everyone’s triumphs, but then realized that the highlights were too numerous to mention without dragging on forever, so suffice it to say I’m glad to have been a part of it. So much so, in fact, that I might even do another one. I’ll keep you posted.

And now for something completely different.

The sinus infection I got rid of a few weeks back has returned with a vengeance, so I’m spending the day camped out on my sofa, popping Dayquil and ostensibly working on designs. What I’m really doing is watching movies and daytime TV, though, because my attention span seems to have collapsed down to roughly 22.6 seconds. I keep flashing back to Denis Leary’s bit on Nyquil being more hard core than most stuff you can get on the street, but this stuff is supposed to be mild, right? I mean, I’ve heard tell of people taking Dayquil and going to work, even. I can just imagine myself standing at a white board with a marker in my hand in my current state, although the standing part might be a little tricky. I’d start off drawing a Venn diagram and wind up with cartoon dialogue and little fluffy clouds or something. Seriously, how do people function on this shit? My hands feel like they’re halfway across the room, and about a third of what I hear seems to be coming at me from somewhere underwater, or maybe through a train tunnel. My mouth is as arid as the great gobi desert, and I’m even more easily distracted by shiny things than usual, which is more than a little alarming. Even more alarming is the fact that I’m actually starting to enjoy the trip. Maybe i should just thank the gods for my low tolerance for over the counter pharma. It sure makes television a lot more fun. Hell, I’ve been stuck on the TV Guide channel now for almost an hour…

Also, since I can’t make it, I exhort those of you who are fans to get your asses to Delilah’s tonight for Johnny Cash‘s birthday celebration, featuring something involving DJ John Langford of the Waco Brothers. Cheap beer, cheap bourbon, and a tribute to the Man in Black. What more could you ask for? Me, I’m asking for a new head. Preferably, one that doesn’t outweigh my body by a factor of three.