I'm pissed, Manpartner got me sick. To be fair, I did in fact get him sick first...but I was sick for 2 stinkin' weeks and got to feeling better just the day before yesterday. Woke up yesterday with the same sore throat/crispy chest/runny nose that started the cycle two weeks earlier. anyway. Last night, as I lay awake sneezing, wheezing, blowing my nose and coughing (choking), I flipped on the tube hoping the noise would drown out the sound of my lungs begging for oxygen that wasn't gonna come. I love late night PBS. It's when they play my kind of TV. Watched an hour of Jim Morrison's life. After that, an hour of Neil Young explaining his loyalty to the music, man. I love The Doors, but I already knew a ton about them....except I thought Jim was more of a drug addict than he was an alcoholic, sad either way. I got really sucked into the Neil Young tale. I am not going to get into all of that mumbo jumbo though. Google Neil Young, until then... listen to some music that takes me back to my childhood. I was born in the 80's, but my parents played this kind of music when I was growing up.
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