I quite literally sang my guts out in rehearsal today and my voice started to give out towards the end of the two hours. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but singing with a blocked nose makes your diaphragm really work to hit the higher notes - I couldn't fake it lazy style.
Anyhow, it sounds absolutely brilliant! The team that flew in - some band members, some soloists - are really all that and so much more! You must come!
Sunday 31st July, 8.00pm @ FBC
Free admission
I promise an awesome night of music and drama!!
I haven't been this excited since I got to play one of the three kings in my primary school nativity!!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Half spun
Pills reflect much of the world today. We want it bigger, better, faster. We need pills that'll have us back on our feet in no time at all so we can cope with the demands of our day to day lives. And they work.
They provide an artificial sense of wellbeing for that 4-6 hours as printed on the side of the bottle, but like all things artificial, the feeling of being better is about 5mm deep. Good enough to fool everyone standing outside your personal space, but inside you're moping in bed with that general manky aura that comes with feeling ill.
Take me for instance. One effervescent vitamin C tablet, one green echinacea pill, two strepsils, two panadols, and a cold pill, and I can stand in the mirror and look normal, completely unlike the snivelling troll thirty minutes ago. But I can totally feel that snivelling troll lurking beneath the surface, threatening to break through at the slightest crack in my barricade of supplements.
...
Okay, that issue was really going somewhere. It was going to be a inspired article about how the medicine today reflects our society in its demands and temporary fixes, but I seem to have lost it.
I want to get better faster!
They provide an artificial sense of wellbeing for that 4-6 hours as printed on the side of the bottle, but like all things artificial, the feeling of being better is about 5mm deep. Good enough to fool everyone standing outside your personal space, but inside you're moping in bed with that general manky aura that comes with feeling ill.
Take me for instance. One effervescent vitamin C tablet, one green echinacea pill, two strepsils, two panadols, and a cold pill, and I can stand in the mirror and look normal, completely unlike the snivelling troll thirty minutes ago. But I can totally feel that snivelling troll lurking beneath the surface, threatening to break through at the slightest crack in my barricade of supplements.
...
Okay, that issue was really going somewhere. It was going to be a inspired article about how the medicine today reflects our society in its demands and temporary fixes, but I seem to have lost it.
I want to get better faster!
I suffer still
I'm still trying to fight off this cold in time for the weekend. It's better today, but it would probably be more economical on the tissue front to insert a tube into my nasal cavaties and just syphon off the snot as it's produced. I'm also breaking out like I'm 15 again. Where is my immune system?!
An instant cold cure would make millions, until then I'll just sit here next to my overflowing bin and continue to moan. When I'm ill and feeling sorry for myself, the world needs to know.
An instant cold cure would make millions, until then I'll just sit here next to my overflowing bin and continue to moan. When I'm ill and feeling sorry for myself, the world needs to know.
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