2. Not to mention that the OTHER guy I contacted last week has written back, and we're gonna try and set something up this week.
3. This week, then, has gotten really busy, really fast. Which is crazy.
4. My grandmother is, again, not doing very well. She's 92 years old and for the last 4 or 5 years she's almost died about once every 3 months, and last night it almost happened again.
5. I don't watch the Grammys - I think the last time they were relevant to me was back when Paul Simon's "Graceland" came out - but I HAD to watch the Police, and HOLY SHIT they were awesome. If that little jazz odyssey section of "Roxanne" means that they'll be reinterpreting their catalog on their upcoming tour, I think I'm gonna die. They absolutely kicked ass and I'm prepared to spend an OBSCENE amount of money to see them.
There's something fucked up with my throat - ever since yesterday afternoon it's hurt to swallow, and it hasn't gotten any better. It feels like I got punched right on my Adam's Apple. Ugh. This would be a terrible time to be sick, or worse.