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Jan. 21st, 2009 @ 02:20 pm Being a Sorcerer Ain't All Cracked Up What It Oughtta Be
So, tomorrow night we open Camelot. I never thought I'd make it.

Last night, I was disturbed to see one of my nymphs (I'm surrounded by 5 of them whenever I'm onstage - they represent my magic) kept having to run out the stage door and be sick in the parking lot. This morning, I was even more disturbed to feel as wretchedly nauseated as I did.

I've never once hoped so badly that I had consumed an ill-prepared meatball hoagie. If it was the sandwich that left me on the couch all day today, then I'll be hunky dory for tomorrow. If not... I may be in misery.

I don't think my nymph nodes are swollen... (See, it's a pun on "lymph" because... nevermind. Very tired again all of a sudden.)

So - chicken foot! Bad meatballs beats pernicious gastrointestinal unpleasantness any day of the week.
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