I have the flu. Yep. Complete with stuffy head, body aches, coughs, runny nose... the whole nine. I had a fever earlier this morning that hit the 103 mark. I would say it's one of the highest I have ever had in my life.
Woods has been taking care of me since early Saturday morning when it hit. The only thing missing is his slutty nurses outfit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work as I have no sexual energy to be the devious patient. I would love to, but my lower region has different thoughts about that.
I was able to get myself over to the second Siouxsie show at The Fonda regardless of my condition. At first, it was rather painful, but after downing an tropicana orange juice I had snuck in and standing in the sea of goths & indies, my health seemed to be improving.
By the time Siouxsie did her second encore, I was all better. No dizziness, no runny nose, no coughing. I was dancing my ass off as she performed "Cish Cash" yet again - which my night entire night btw.
Post show, Woods and I stopped by Domino's for a pizza to take back to the apartment. I had originally wanted to check out Fedde Le Grand at the Vanguard post-Siouxsie, but I figured it might not be such a good idea to expose myself to even more bodies that could make my infection worse. Altho, I'm sure it was a great vibe as the line of cars to get into the Vanguard parking lot was causing a traffic jam down Hollywood Boulevard. Not to mention the hordes of club-goers standing in-line to get in.
All in all, I'm hoping this sickness passes me by as quickly as possible. I hate being a whiny cry baby when I am ill. But then again, I'm always a whiny cry baby, right?
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