Feel The Burn

So, as many of you long-time regular readers (what little of you may still exist) may have surmised, immediately proceeding cold comes Death Cough, and Death Cough is back, and with a hostile vengeance, seeing as how I've managed to hold him successfully at bay for at least a year and several passing colds beforehand. And as usual, every new doctor I visit gets so excited about experimenting with my oddball condition that despite knowing that the azithromycin is the only thing that will get rid of it they instead feel compelled to draw out my misery for as long as they can keep trying new and zany drugs that do nothing for me, as well as revisiting hoary old remedies that never even came close. So I'll likely endure several weeks of my most recent medicine woman's rattles and potions until she finally takes pity on me and gives me the damn antibiotic I need. But at least I have about 4 ounces of Tussinex to get me by the next few days -- I know, I'm only suppose to take this at night, but it's the only thing that keeps me from coughing all day long and I'm not about to pull any more cartilage off my ribs again if I can find a way to help, despite how drunk as a skunk I currently am on this shit. At least I feel nothing from the nostril down, and I kinda like things that way.

Death Cough aside, it was a nice weekend with Connie and getting to see Cowboy Mouth at the Bayou Boogaloo Friday night. Our beloved Vance was super foxay as always although we didn't get a chance to talk to him after the show this time. Still Da Mouth puts on a tremendous show as always, and I got to see my old friend Diane there whom I haven't talked to since I first started working at my music store several years ago. I knew she'd be there since she's the biggest Cowboy Mouth fan I know, but once they hit the stage she grabbed my arm and yelled in my ear "YO, WHAT HAPPENED TO PAUL SANCHEZ?! AND WHO'S THAT SKINNY DARK-HAIRED GUY ON THE RHYTHM GUITAR?!" and I leaned in and yelled back, "THAT'S ELLEN DEGENERES' BIG BROTHER!" The bizarre look she gave me back was hysterical for some reason. Oh, and somebody in the crowd gave her a huge sheet cake covered in aluminum foil for some reason, so she just stood there for half the show holding this sheet cake in the pit, which was probably the most Dadaist moment of the entire night. Well, that and the throwing of the red plastic spoons. Guess I should have stopped at Dairy Queen before the gig or sumthin'.

So today I get a package from Connie: An MI Micro Innovations Optical Mouse for my computer. She had noticed how crappy my own antiquated (and cheap-ass) GE roller ball mouse was and a real pain in the tuckus to maneuver when she was using my PC over the weekend and she was a darling to send me one like she has for her own MacBook. Whoo hoooo... finally surfing for porn emailing my friends and posting on message boards just potentially became a whole world easier! A thousand thank-yews again, toots. :D