taking a hint

I've now been told by everyone in the office to go home. The sight of my chapped face is, I believe, starting to scare people. So I guess that's where I'll be. Just me, two dogs and a box of Kleenex. If I recover by tomorrow I plan to head to High Mayhem where the alt.music scene will be in full effect. If I was really ambitious I might have scored tix to Paul Oakenfeld, but I can already tell my energy, even if better, isn't going to be that good. But I hope other Santa Feans reading this blog will take advantage of some of the fun things happening this weekend and every weekend because that's what it's all about (And, yes, I am medicated). Ciao.