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4/12/2002 - Of Sickness and Sophie
The plague continues. I can't decide if its a cold or severe allergies, but something's been playing havoc with my respitory system all week; and shows no sign abating.
Despite my vow to stay in last night and be good, friends conspired to haul me to the Birchmere for a Sophie B Hawkins concert. I wasn't sure who Sophie was. Her name conjured up images of a heavy, black soul singer, but in reality she's a confident (and white) tangle of big hair and loose flannel. Singing introspective and minimalist music, she's more in line with Tori Amos than Patti Labelle.
WAIT!!!
Ok, back now. The cat just projectile vomited all over the floor.
Joy.
Now where was I? Ah yes, Sophie B Hawkins. Did I mention lesbian? Oh right, I said flannel. Anyway, to summarize: the show was fine, there were lots of chicks, but my mood was lousy thanks to a persistant allergy/cold/germ-warfare thing.
I'm off to find the carpet cleaner. Here's a big Happy Birthday to Diane before I go (a clumsier literary transition if I've rarely seen). Enjoy the weekend!
