Oh super. So after suffering through a day last week of not being able to keep any food down, it seems I'm getting sick again, with something entirely different. Oh, how the gods have blessed me with such gifts. Truly, this is nothing more than divine love.

Of course, catching this new cold is probably my own fault. Friday night I went to see the British rock band Muse at Vancouver's swanky Commodore Ballroom. The opening act was somewhat bleah... and Muse themselves took forever to get on stage. By the time they finally did, the dance floor was packed with hundreds of fans standing literally shoulder to shoulder. I was inhaling a thick soup of exhaled human breath and evaporated sweat: a great way to catch a cold, now that I think about it.

It was a fun show, despite the fact that I was nearly moshed to death on more than occasion. Chris D. almost got in a fight with some guy over repeated unsolicited pushing. I don't even think the guy realized it, since Chris' rebuttal was to push back.

Anyway, I'm coughing up a lung here. Time for sleep.