Someone please punch my immune system. This shit is not on.
Oh look above two paragraphs. I wrote you hours ago. Here I am still feeling ill but I managed to eat a pb&j. I'm a grownup.
Tomorrow I better feel better. I want to get some writing done and this funny summer story I had in mind needs me to be in a good headspace for me to finish it. Otherwise it might come out all serious and I cannot have that.
Okay, things to look forward to this week: back to back concerts on Thursday and Friday: Electric Six and Telekinesis and Portugal. The Man. Then I need to manage to haul my ass back home for a short weekend visit come Saturday morning. This is why I need to recover by tomorrow: there is too much happening for me to get sick.
Then so many summer plans in June. So many.
What's your June looking like, flist?