Poverty has forced me to not see Blue Oyster Cult tomorrow. I really can't afford to drop $25 (or more likely $35- thanks for nothing, you cocksuckers at Ticketmaster and ClearChannel), plus gas money, to go to The Woodlands for a mere hour. I don't feel as disappointed as I thought I would.

My throat's almost entirely back to normal, which is good. It's nice being able to swallow without feeling like there's a bird's nest lodged in my esophagus.