Neil was scratching his ass and threw his back out. AGAIN!!! How will he EVER raid the Black Temple with his back out??? Neil is a Shaman (War Craft). Deborah has no sympathy. She tells him, "Shaman, heal thy self." Neil says he can't because he's melee speck. Deborah says, "Whatever."
So what does this all mean? It means no practice. TEMPORAL has a crooked shaman (bass player) and gas-crunched drummer but we do have three half completed songs. Again Deborah says, "Whatever" She is in a "whatever" mood today.
Neil wants to put out an ad for all needy women who need someone to babysit and change diapers. He needs his diaper changed along with his hot water bottle. He says he feels as feeble as a 90 year old man and he wants hot chicken soup. So anyone out there who wants to read Neil bedtime stories and feed him hot chicken soup, please submit your resume to Neil.
Neil says goodbye from the land of the lost and hopefully he will find his way back to make another terrible blog. We wish the feeble Shaman well.
And from the rest of us,
Goodbye from the farm,
Until next time
Whatever
