I had planned on doing a bunch of year’s end themed blog entries to wrap up 2008, but I lost my train of thought the second I woke up sick Tuesday morning. I’m not entirely sure of what I have. I told my mom my symptoms — she said it’s either bronchitis or the flu. Mind you, my mom tends to be a little dramatic. She may be right in her diagnosis, though I could stub me toe and she might suggest I have my leg amputated just in case.
Whatever is wrong with me got worse this morning. My throat feels like it’s been in a knife fight. I bet if I hit the studio and re-recorded “No One” I’d give Alicia Keys a run for her money. Hopefully, I’ll get to catch up with the posts later today or at least by the weekend. If not, please refrain from cursing me out. I’ve already been threatened once, but hey, there’s only so much writing one can do when sitting up is considered a work up.
I’m inclined to think someone who reads this blog put a root on me. Now I don’t want to assume it was any stan faction in particular, but Chris Brown fans probably carry a lot of germs and God only knows what Rihanna brought with her from Barbados.
I keed, I keed. Me talking shit is probably what got me sick now. That and not taking a flu shot. I think I’m going to invest in one of those in 2009. Alright, I’m about to go medicine and chicken noodle soup shopping. Hopefully the pain in my throat will subside (I’m considering cutting off my neck at this very moment) and I’ll be back to blogging regularly in no time.