Saturday, February 22, 2003

Sitting here, unable to hear, discussing with Charlie the messy state of my union. This not being able to hear thing is making me depressed and irritable. I'm really scared that I won't have my hearing back in time for my show Thursday, and that I may have to not perform, making it the second show that hasn't happened for me. I tried to play a little today, but it's hard to practice when you can't hear. Sergei told me the Ruber family secret way of dealing with it... put a heating pad on your... wait, if I tell you, it isn't a secret, now is it? Well, screw you, then pal, trying to extract information from me like some kinda little whiny stool pigeon guy with big ears and a large gap between my front teeth. Stinkin' bastages.

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