I am a hopeless hypochondriac.  When I’m not feeling 100%, I will complain and demand that I get babied.  I tend to exaggerate and become a total drama queen.  It doesn’t matter if I’m totally on my death bed, like I am now, or if it’s a little baby paper cut.  I know guys tend to be bigger babies when it comes to pain but I bet I’m one of the worst.

I am totally sick but I cannot take any time off because I am way too busy.  I can't speak because I've lost my voice.  Not because I was screaming my head off at the Jonas Brothers Concert but because of some kind of nefarious virus that is ravaging my body.  It's really funny when I am leading a meeting and my voice goes in and out. 

I'm up in San Francisco for 4 days for work and I am really burned out.  I am pretty sick right now but am trying to power through the end of September.  Got a lot of work to do and sometimes, I wonder if it's all worth it.  At the end of the day, I just want to write songs, move to the family compound in Hawaii and go spear fishing every day.  But I don't think that's feasible if I am planning on father at least two more children.