You will have to listen quick. It won't last long. I hope the video is available online soon.
I stayed up too late last night writing emails and texts to everyone after watching "A Very Murray Christmas" and felt like shit in the morning. Death, really. Truly. Scared. And I didn't recover all day long. I hung out until noon, then went to the gym for an aerobic workout, but after my shower, I was wiped. At two I ate, but it didn't sit well, and at four I decided I needed to start packing up the studio. I poured the scotch I said I would not have and then another and headed out.
But I couldn't do it. I couldn't pack at all. I sat and got sicker until my entire body ached, and then I went to Home Depot to see if they had something I could put all my giant pictures in. Listen to me--I swear I have more than I can deal with. What the fuck was I thinking? I needn't have printed them all. It is a monstrosity. I walked around Home Depot not finding a thing that would help me pack, and I decided I was a mad man, really. I will get a storage locker and put them all in there and send a key to someone I trust. And when I die. . . they will say he was obsessed. There are such exotic treasures there.
And then to the liquor store to which I swore I would never go again as it is killing me as surely as arsenic, but there I was chatting away with people more normal than I. And then the grocery store where I could not find a thing I would want to eat, my stomach being a wreck from esophagus to anus, but I bought some Bloody Mary mix that was recommended to me and some olives besides.
And then home.
I watched "Welcome to Me," a little and strange movie that you might like. I had planned on going to Vespars at the Country Club College, but I was too sick to do it, so I stayed home and watched movies and drank Bloody Mary mix with olives and celery and then with vodka, too, not once but twice. And then I thought to re-watch "A Very Murray Christmas." It was better than I thought the first time through. I was ready to be disappointed last night, but tonight I was simply ready. And it was better by far.
I will go to bed tonight and see if I am as sick as I think I am, see if I am dying. I will buy that Christmas tree from Restoration Hardware tomorrow because I wouldn't want my last Christmas to be unadorned. I will look for Christmas cards, too. But here is one for you. Merry Christmas, baby. I've got the Christmas Blues :)