It should be noted that I rarely get sick. It's probably my inability to properly swallow a pill.
Seriously, I'm like Monica Lewinsky with a hatred for swallowing.
Okay. Bad image. Really bad image.
But seriously, I've only recently just learned how to swallow pills and probably as a nice way for saying "well, he sucks at that so let's be nice to him", life and karma seem to manage it so I'm rarely sick.
So this comes as a surprise to people when I actually get sick that I am in fact sick and am not making up.
Like today where my stomach felt like throwing everything back, my muscles were convinced that the end was really here, and my head decided to become Robbie Williams' brand new sound system at Knebworth… or Knobworth… something like that.
So it gave me a chance to continue restoring my brand new fangled computer. Sort of. It's sort of brand new. There's a lot of "brand new" in it followed by a little "brand old". I'll even be adding a guide with photos showing you how to make your own computer without wanting to throw yourself out of a window diving for the nearest Harvey Norman salesman. I mean shit, who wants to do that? That's like flinging yourself at a bus… and even the bus has more dignity.
I mean sure, there are some nice, smart and good Harvey Norman salespeople. Just none of the ones I've encountered… and probably you… your best mate… and the person in another part of the world who's currently reading this and has no idea what a "Harvey Norman" is… they definitely haven't met any good Harvey Norman salespeople.
So here I am… sick, sick Leigh… rebuilding my computer, writing random crap for work, animating and editing video for Khartoum Capers, and oh yes, watching a video that will now make SingStar sales drop.
Seriously, if this makes SingStar sales go up, I seriously want a free PlayStation 3. Hell, I want a free one anyway.
I'm not embarrassed.
I'm a jazz singer… so I know what I'm doing.
Video didn't kill the radio star.
It was me, bitch.