I feel like hell tonight. I�m not sure why.
I went to New England Bonsai to pick up a few things around two and in the car on the way back I started feeling� well, like hell.
It occurred to me while I was whining about how sick I felt - like a lot of men do I hear � whine not feel sick at this moment although I'm sure there are a lot of sick men on the planet this very second - while I was laying in bed AND whining � that you just don�t see hot air balloons as much as you used to.
I don�t think hot air balloons have any cool factor left � I could be wrong, but perhaps that�s why they�re gone from popular culture.
I blame it on the 70's.
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Sunday I remembered I have a head to head performance challenge against Tony Brown from Worcester on Friday � Slammaster of Providence verses the Slammaster of Worcester.
�Oooh scary.�
�Not really, we�re friends and will have fun.�
Still, I suppose I should rehearse and practice, because on Sunday while I was at the Java Hut�s open mic night Bill MacMillan informed the crowd that Tony was going to mop the floor with me.
That pissed me off.
I know he was joking, but it still wasn�t cool.
Whatever. I�m still annoyed.
AND NOW TONY'S GOING TO ACTUALLY HAVE TO EXERT EFFORT BEFORE HE MOPS THE FLOOR WITH ME!
*cough*
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Oh well, I should just take off and get some rest in a warm place�
Now if only I could find a hot air balloon to take me to Tahiti.
See what I mean? That last line wasn�t so cool � was it?
�Nope�
�Then I�m just going to end this and go to bed��
and you can blame that on the 70's too.
