get away from me, i'm dying

status check - sick
background ambiance - chirping birds outside

when i woke this morning, lifting my head seemed ridiculously difficult, let alone actually moving my body. somehow, i managed to do both with relative comfort. in my car, on the way to something i was supposed to cover, reality finally set in. i felt horrible, to the point of turning the car around, driving home and collapsing into bed. i was officially in need of my first sick day as a writer - really, my first sick day in ... ages.

i wasn't feeling on top of the world yesterday, which i think contributed. i have been feeling tired, rundown and stressed.

i was able to pull myself together for the nectar's-no-metronome-at-eight-no-ten show last night. it wound up being a ridiculously fun time.

graham colton scored major points during averi's set by walking around to all the tables, introducing himself and thanking us for coming. i thought that was a very cool move and wanted to like his music all the more because of it.

averi's set was good, although it was the first time i was seeing them without any form of sax. beth and i were singing the sax part from our table in the back (it was so loud there no one else could have heard - was it always that loud?).

we rocked out near the front of the stage for a bit of graham's set but eventually missed much of the set because we were feeling chatty. my good impression of dennis was confirmed by fun conversation and laughs, while i just adore stu. i still don't know how matt wound up buying that round.

but now i'm paying for it. a night out + not feeling well anyway = sick vickie.

ugh. i'm going back to bed.