April 26, 2004

Rough Shape.

Ow...ow...ow.

Call me a pansy, but I'm a little worried here.

I get headaches. They're fairly common, lately. My doctor assures me that they're stress-related.

Normally, I'd buy that. After all, I work too hard. Bossman has been riding me harder than William Hung has been riding his 15 minutes of fame.

"I can eat a sandwich through a screen door!"

But nothing I've ever experienced could prepare me for today. Yesterday, I had a mild headache all day...nothing to write home to mom about. This morning, at 5am, I awoke with the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life. It's mildly better now, but that's like saying having your leg cut off at the ankle is better than having it cut off at the knee.

It's always a party at Casa Naked...

I haven't felt this bad since the time Denis Leary roughed me up after I bugged him for an autograph.

Leary (Left) after treating your buddy Naked to a little chin music.

Of course it's fake. I was just looking for an excuse to use the picture.

If it's this bad tomorrow, I'm going to suck it up and head to the hospital. This isn't normal.

Maybe it's a tumor. Great. That's all I need...months of people making lame Schwarzenegger "It's NOT a TOO-MAH" jokes.

Don't look at me...YOU'RE the ones who elected him Governor...