I’m supposed to go out tonight, just like I was supposed to go out last night.  Last night I threw in the towel, stayed on my couch.  But tonight very well may be my last weekend night in town until December, so I’m going to force myself to get out there.

I only pray for the fellow people going to take in this rock show that I can gather the reins that control my stomach.  Seriously, the last three days have been a roller coaster from hell for my intestines.  I think I’ve given myself an ulcer or something.

*That’s what John said when I told him what kept me up until five in the morning on Friday.  Oh god, please don’t let me puke all over his show.  (Edited to add:  Oh I totally puked at his show and had to leave early.  Third time I’ve hurled in a bar, and the third time that it had NOTHING to do with alcohol.  Man, I know how to party.)

You’ve had enough of my gastrointestinal issues right?  Me too.  Tomorrow I finally post some stories from the trip that I took with this crazy kid.

It was on tap for tonight, but I need to go commune with my couch before I drag myself to the bar.