Oblivious

This is me last night, wandering around the mall with Ken (as we waited for our table), oblivious to the pain about to come.

I still don’t know what that was about; last time I had that kind of pain four years ago, the ER doctor suspected a kidney stone.

Maybe my “episode” was caused by the stress of this conversation in the recording studio two days ago:

Producer: “Okay, I think we’ll have you sing backup vocals to the song we’re recording later in the week.”

Me: “Gulp.”

Producer: “You can do it.”

Ken: “You have a great voice. I tell you that all the time.”

Me: “Hyperventilate.”