I am SO not going to work tomorrow.

Sick sucks.

By now, a lot of you will have heard about the controversy surrounding the Hot 97 crew on NY morning radio, who have been suspended indefinitely after playing an atrociously offensive “We Are The World” parody related to the tsunami tragedy.

Here’s a link to an article I picked up from Google News regarding the situation.

http://www.thuglifearmy.com/news/articles/50775/

Read through the thing and tell me if the conclusion is as fucked as I think it is.

I am sick.

I have a fever. I’m stuffy, drippy, and pissy.

I’m also awake — because one of the joys of this is that I can’t use my equipment to sleep.

In addition to the Bipolar stuff, I also have severe obstructive sleep apnea. I stop breathing 1-2 times per minute while I sleep.

Anyone who’s had the joy of sleeping in a room with me while on tour or at Nats knows something about this — I have (or had) the Snore of Great Power and Terror as I choke, over and over again, in my sleep. I’d toss myself up against the worst of ’em, including Danny Solis.

That is, up until 2001, when I was put on a CPAP (constant positive air pressure) machine. The condition was starting to affect my heart — it can be fatal if not treated. So this thing blows 14 lbs. psi of air thru my nose and down my throat all night, every night. Keeps the passage open.

Every night I hook myself up to a mask that makes me look like an elephant man and I drift off to lovely slumber. Really did change my life.

The only time I can’t use this is when — you guessed it — I have a cold.

OTC cold meds are no help, because they interact weirdly with my OTHER meds.

So — a cold for me causes all sorts of extra misery. And this one’s shaping up to be a doozy.

No one showed up for SPEAK tonight, as I expected, so I sat and sniffled and snorted and read some poems by Mark Jarman for 45 minutes or so, then went home.

The poems were good. The slipping, sliding, and freezing while driving were not.

I was in bed, I think, by 10, and now I’m up.

Love this season.