I feel like someone beat me with a bag of oranges. Maybe the cold scoured off my taste-buds. I don't know. I feel like I might have pneumonia. When I breathe it hurts.
Some rooms are warm.
For lunch I find one of the more bearable rooms. Well, lunch is over. If Pete listened to this at work, he would cut his wrists slowly bleed to death, so he could watch his blood freeze to the linoleum. I liked this a lot. A guy in the audience commented about the band being a bunch of girls.