Optimus Crime:  Please Give My Word To Your Mother.

 

[ Saturday, May 29, 2004 ]


13:04
Psst: Don't tell my stomache what I've got planned for tonight.  

How the hell am I supposed to eat 3 pies in fifteen minutes, let alone play a show tonight, when I feel like this?

Symptoms: sore throat, headache, mild-nausea.

I had to call in sick today, which I felt kind of guilty about, knowing that I'm going to be playing a show tonight. But really, I'm in no shape to be at work. I'm just really really hoping that I'll feel better enough by tonight to play.

So even if I don't win the pie-eating contest (I'm sure you were all breaking the bank betting on me.) then at least you'll have the pleasure of watching me vomit apple pie all over Jon Epworth.