Ode to Illness

I am a walking snotball

The left side of my face feels run over

The right side is in Tahiti

My nose has suffered the blows and woes of tissue after tissue

I think I am delirious

I choreographed for 2 and a half hours

Finihsed a good 3 minutes

Yet I have no clue what moves I used or if they are any good

I listened to a 20 second question and had no clue what was being said

I think I lost my cool tonight

And I was accosted by bitchy self-conscious dancers

Did I take Nate home or was that my imagination

I feel like a gerbil is running around in my stomach

Wanted won ton soup but the damn chinese retaurant was closed

Braved Kash 'N Karry late at night and felt strangely in place

You;ve infected me you viral bastards

Why? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Meet Florida's homegrown

Chicken water

Lemon

Lime

Hot sauce

And the best of them all....

Nyquil

How in the HELL am I going to do my show tomorrow?

Am I going to get this number done?

Why do non-dancers have more heart than trained ones?

What have I done so wrong and why have things changed so?

Is this even an ode anymore or have I really slipped into some kind of delirium

A glass of OJ and some green tea is sitting and waiting

You're going to die you scumsuckers

Get thee gone from my system!

Goodnight folks.

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