I tried, but...
Hey, all. Sorry to miss DRH three weeks in a row, but one shot and three prescriptions and no voice puts your butt on a couch with no energy to do anything but watch movies. I'm exhausted and sick.
I feel like someone hit me in the face with a Petri dish full of mucus.
I feel like a mad scientist shoved silly putty up my nose.
I feel like death warmed over.
I promise I've not stopped doing the show. I promise.
Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down.
Think I'll lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground!