I still feel like crap. My voice is still a mess. And Ken won't leave me the fuck alone. Everytime I say something, it's in response to him asking me something, to which he replies that I should rest my voice. HOW THE FUCK CAN I REST MY VOICE IF YOU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE? And when I don't answer, I just get asked again. Shoot me now. I'm begging you.
I usually get up early on Sundays to go for my walk, but I just couldn't today. Besides feeling like crap, I couldn't fall asleep last night. Again. Even with NyQuil. All this adds up to extra crabby Walt. Hurrah.
And with that being said, I would like to formally announce that either Ken or I will be dead before this time next year. Ken booked us a cruise for one year from yesterday. We've never been on a cruise before and he's been talking about it for years and years and years. He finally booked one and for the last 48 hours, I've heard nothing else but about the cruise. Midway through writing this, he came in my office for 25 minutes to tell me all about how what we can and can't bring on the boat. This thing is a year away. Do I really need to know anything about it now? Seriously. The next 364 days are going to be torture.
Today's Christmas song is from the band Over The Rhine. It's from their fabulous Christmas album called Snow Angels. I want to thank the ever fabulous Laura Smith for turning me on to this treasure.