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I’m not a particular fan of Halloween, the day, the celebration or the costumes. I got nothing against slutty nurses, per se, but I’d rather meet the nurse who dresses slutty on November 1st, y’know?

Anyway, today I’m dressed as a 28 yr old person with a cold who desperately didnt’ want to get out of bed. You?

I’m also pissed at this "holiday" for the simple reason that I think this is how the flu gets spread far and wide: subjecting kids to costumes they don’t want to cover up with jackets for hours outdoors in shit weather at the very beginning of winter. What genius came up with this plan? They’re all gonna get colds, touch things that other children touch, breathe on their teachers who will breathe on the friends and loved ones and boom, we’re all fucked.

Maybe it’s just me being pessimistic, but whatever, je suis comme je suis.

And let me give a shout out to the peeps that made it to the Subterranean last night. Very nice, L & G’s, way to pull together on a show that gave us only 36 hours of publicity (at best).

That’s it for now. Wear your coats and mittens, bitches, I don’t need a reprise of this cold.

Lates.

Onarga.

So, it turns out I didn’t get that burger with Jon and Jen and Franny after all, due in no small part to the slight distraction of hitting someone with my car previous to the meet up.

But let’s just skip over that nastiness, shall we?

But, while I didn’t make it to the burger joint I did manage to make it to the bar for Reid Karris’ show at Quenchers, which, if you know Reid, was characteristically weird, but enjoyable.

Oh, and before that me and Jon entertained the folks in the check out line at a Halloween shop. Our banter seems to always be at it’s best in a line, and to all those that waited behind us or just in front of us: if you want us to shut the fuck up you’re gonna have to let us cut to the front because yes, we will comment on you, your appearence and your purchases ceaselessly and with great furvor.

Oh, and I’m thinking of wearing a bathrobe all winter as a winter coat. Recognize.

Onarga.

Okay, so, I haven’t contributed anything to this blog in a while, for which I have no excuse, so, I will try and make up for that by posting random bullshit as it pops into my head.

Many things are popping into my head at the moment, to be honest, but I’m having a hard time focusing. My brain is a swirling and spinning like I’m on the 3rd day of a coke binge, which I’m not, but I am sick as a dog, which is nothing new.

I’m loaded up with as many healing drugs as possible, and complicating matters is the last minute spot we have at Sub T on Thursday, for which any harmonica playing is going to be a phenomenal task, and I would like to sit at home and do nothing and nurse my throat, but I’ve been invited to half price burgers at Dunlays (?) in Logan and I can’t say no to that. In addition I will also being venturing out into the city tonight to interact with humans at Quenchers for a show with friends, which is a novel concept for me. I will be sick, so if you read this and I see you don’t say you weren’t warned.

All in all I’m looking forward to it, but if Farmer wasn’t offering me a copy of Chesterton’s "The Man who was Thursday" published around 1910 (or so he says) I might have just stayed home and watched It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia while gorging on black tea and cinnamon toast.

Anyway, this is a ramble, the first of many.

Lates.

Onarga.