Sunday, July 25, 2004
My otolaryngologist says my vocal chords are completely healed, but I struggled and choked my way through another crappy set at Fidd's last night. What the fuck good is it to confine myself to a strict diet that takes all the joy out of eating, when my voice still goes to hell whenever I step up on a stage? And now my GP has moved me to Protonix since the Nexium was giving me a rash. It's so enjoyable to hit middle age and watch your body disintegrate around you.
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