Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"So, welcome to Hell. You're here because you have blasphemed, [...] Because you love her, because you haven't forgotten the noises she makes in her sleep and the way she chews on a pen and the way the rain catches strange colors in her hair, her purity and innocence bright against your skin and the way her laugh curls like light around fall leaves.

"And make no mistake. This is Hell. What could I or anyone do to you, compared to an Eternity without her?

"But getting out is easy. All you have to do is stop caring, forget her, convince yourself you were wrong [...]"

-- Lucifer, in "The Dark Side of Love" by corivax

Yesterday I started the day with a cold. Zinc, fluids, and a lot of garlic seem to have helped -- I stopped sneezing by the time I got to our gig, and didn't fall over (though playing bass recorder for a while with a cold produces a hefty dose of dizzy). Today I woke not sneezy but dehydrated and wicked headachy. Not sure whether I'll get to 3LF tonight or not (and this week it's much more important that I get to HCB rehearsal tomorrow -- doing both would be ideal, but if I think tonight will reduce my odds of making it out the door tomorrow, I'll punt). Let's see how much the magic concoctions (well, decoctions -- basil/lavender tea, and a suspension of cocoa powder) do against this level of headache. If I don't make it to 3LF tonight, I should be there next week.

The gig went well, despite maugorn's absence due to injury -- I spent a lot more time on guitar than I otherwise would have. A bunch of the tunes weren't in our repertoire, so we were sight reading, and I thus discovered a couple of nifty, new-to-me tunes. But one tune really cried out for an electric guitar. Fortunately I got to bring home some sheet music.

I'd better go disinfect the bass recorder in case I do get to rehearsal tonight --if yesterday's cold really is gone already, re-infecting myself would be un-good.

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