Monday, December 22, 2008


Okay, I'm still alive. Other than a moment ago before I smashed the cell phone to the wall, I was feeling fantastic. So's the old leg.

Blame John Tesh. Really, let's blame the blond Sasquatch for the past three hours of my life that I can't get back. Other than that (and the fact that John and I will have to deal with each other for the next few days), I'm great. I promise.

I'll tell you abou the surgery tomorrow. Right now, I need some Misfits in my ears.


HouseT said...

Good to see you're up and kic... well, up. I would've given you a call earlier, but my working the night shift has me up and asleep at weird hours.

Of course, if you hadn't mentioned chili, I would still be trying to figure out how some stoner got my phone number...

Anonymous said...

Well, if you killed your cell phone, how can I call your legally-stoned azz?