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Okay, so, you ever have that pre-sick feeling?  You know what I’m talking about, where things just feel weird?  Not bad per se, but you know something‘s wrong, and it’s probably going to fucking suck in a couple days.  Yeah, I’m so there right now.  Not sure what the deal is, but I am being advised that it sounds pre-fluish.  I feel like I want to escape my skin, as if it is a bug infested burlap sack.  Can you imagine having burlap sack skin?  It’s horrible.  I definately have the joint pains, but some is less normal than others.  Like my lower back aches, but not so much in the spine, as it is in the stuff that makes up the lower back.  The viscera, the muscular back goo.

I say this only because normally I can tell if I’m getting sick, because it happened infrequently (once every two-three years).  More recently, I appear to have weakened and see it once or twice a year.  But I just can’t tell what’s up right now.  I don’t exactly feel sick.  I just feel…spoiled, or sour.  But every day after work the past couple days I’ve just been sore and drained.  Gone to bed early, hopped up on ibuprofen (I call it riding the big I).  I no longer have that keen insight into what my body is doing with itself.

In fact, and let’s see if people agree with me here, I was fine till I started living in Pittsburg.  I think this town has some sort of vile attachment.  A demonic fucking other, that pisses in the water and farts in the air.  Am I right or am I right?  If you live here, you know precisely what I am talking about.  And I don’t even hardly care, except that I have a meeting I really would like to not miss tomorrow, and a concert Saturday that if I am alive, I will have my ass carried there in a wheel barrow if I have to.  And if I am dead, someone will be forced to strap my rotting, lifeless corpse to their back and carry me.  It would be my dying wish.

So how are you?  I am fine?  You make with the sexy pictures?  I liking them very muchly.  Please thank you.

Well the iPod finally got here today.  This little fucker is slick.  It made running much more enjoyable today, to say the least.  I’m interested in testing out the battery life and such.  Look how small!

I think I’m much happier I got it over the video iPod.  Speaking of running, I officially hit two and a half miles today.  I was bad this weekend and jumped the gate at the stadium to run out there.  It’s not my fault they had it locked up.  If they didn’t want people in there they should make the walls higher…or post signs.  Signs that say don’t jump the gate when it’s locked.  And then I’d say "Okay sign, you got it."  And I’d go run elsewhere.  Somewhere I’m not jumping the gate.  Tonight it was open and there were people about though, so I figured they realized that they couldn’t keep me out.

So I was watching Firefly over this past week.  If you don’t know the TV show, you’re missing out and need to either rent it, or catch it on the Sci-Fi Channel.  Sadly, Fox canned it after 13 episodes, much like they do with all sorts of good shows.  Anyway, not the point.  While watching it, I caught a couple goofs.  The funniest of which being Jayne climbing the side of a trash bin to reprogram it.  He climbs past a display screen, and we catch a glimpse of what is clearly a Windows hradware installation wizard screen (or similar process).  Fucking Microsoft, survining the centuries and a trip across the galaxy.

My new addiction has kicked in.  Fantasy Football.  I am in three leagues.  The first of which we’ve already drafted.  The next is tomorrow.  My current team looked a little rough at first, but following a trade I have sudden developed a fairly powerful QB/WR combo.  I’m a tad thin at RB, but it’s headed by Tiki Barber.  I’d like a good strong #2 or #3 man behind him though, as I fear Droughns might not be the best for that spot.  My third league still has several open slots if anyone is interested.  It’s on NFL.com.  We just play for fun, and none of us are too advanced, so let me know if you want to join in and I’ll send you an invite.

Another week. Back to normal. The musical is over and went off well for the most part. I can finally return to a life of fun and leisure in the evenings. This amounts to lots of Madden 2006 (at least till preseason starts in a couple weeks), and lots of napping through movies. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a lesson in what I like to call “priorities.” Heh. Really though, my brain does feel like it needs time to unwind in a big way.

I should also buy some rabbit ears for my TV. The Chiefs’ preseason games are mostly on CBS, which isn’t the one channel I can pick up right now. Willie Roaf is considering retiring, which is sad. I know you probably don’t care, but you can be sad with me since I assure you, you should be. If he does, it’s not just a good player leaving, but the end of an era. It’s like before Derrick Thomas died *tear* and Neil Smith turned traitor. That was an era too. Our defense has never been the same since.

I’m getting glasses in a couple weeks. I go in the 7th for my exam. I think he’ll tell me I’m blind. This will not surprise me. Even though I see okay, I feel blind sometimes. And my eyes are frequently tired. I think they want to escape the tyranny of the body. But I don’t know what kind of frames to get. I haven’t been able to decide between something like some Buddy Holly type 50’s style frames, or like the more refined “frameless” frames. Really it’s been about 6 or 7 years since I’ve seen an eye doctor. I blame you. I found a really old pair of glasses a while back in my desk. They make everything look funny. This includes me.

I wish I had more interesting things to write about for you right now, but I really don’t, and I apologize. But don’t lose faith, if I have to shake someone down myself, I’ll find something amusing in the next couple days to go on and on about.

“All such notions as causation, succession, atoms, primary elements…are all figments of the imagination and manifestations of the mind.” ~Buddha

I think I finally managed to learn something over this past week. What it is, I can’t particularly articulate just yet, but I know I learned a little something about me regardless. I think it could best be described either that I have compartmentalized some of my emotions down so far that some of them no longer even come into play in my personality under particular circumstances, or I made a breakthrough in attitudinal response handling (sounds cool huh?). I’m not sure which, if either, is the better prospect. And yes, I know that probably makes no sense, but when I feel there more to release on the matter I will. I’m just bringing back into focus some things that really weren’t, and I think that’s a good thing. Assuming I am interpreting things correctly.

I got my hands on a copy of Madden 2006 for the PC. I’m interested in checking it out, only by the time I have some free time to play it, I will probably forget, heh. I know, I’m a silly, silly boy. But one that loves his football. See, despite the fact that most of you forget, I am indeed a man. Or at the very least, enjoy manly things. I even own a hammer.

August 26th is a day that has been reserved for me next month. I just heard Caroline’s Spine is playing in Miami, OK that night. Not only have I set aside that day, I already took steps to secure tickets already. I’m going. Period. End of discussion. This is a glorious day, and I feel somewhat justified in exclaiming the following: WOO HOO! Yeah, you probably haven’t heard of these guys, and I forgive you this once. Now go vindicate yourself by listening to their MySpace.

Tonight will be interesting. Possibly fun. Maybe both. Hmm.

Okay, so you remember when I mentioned how the pop machine at work was flirting with me? Yeah well, apparently it really wants to get in to my pants or something, as yesterday not only did it give me a free pop, but also a dime! Damn right. I think it just likes me pushing its buttons. That dirty machine. Mmmmmm….inanimate object sexing. Sorry, went to a bad place there.

I hit a raccoon last night. I’m sorry. I don’t understand animals fascination with running under cars at night, or rather their inability to keep from doing so. Once I ran in to traffic for fun, played a little dodge car, but the first time one clips you, spins you into another car, flips you over the hood and in to the windshield, then drops you about five feet on to the pavement, it really loses its fun. But at least I can predict that happening. I just choose to ignore it. Animals seem to lack that predicting ability. What’s funnier is how we react. “Oops, just a raccoon.” “Look at that squirrel pancake!” “Holy shit! That was the biggest fucking beaver I’ve ever seen! Oh well, dead now. Shithead.” But if it’s a kitten or a puppy….totally different. I saw a squished kitten on the way to rehearsal the other night, it was terrible. You might as well throw a baby out there and back over it a couple times (How many babies does it take to pave a road? Depends on how flat you crush them.). It’s a whole different league though. As Denis Leary put it: Cow -”I’m an animal, I have rights!” Man-”No you don’t, you’re a fucking baseball glove now get on the truck!”

Okay, so fair enough, that was pretty horrible huh? What can I say? I’m a horrible person. Who loves dead baby jokes and roadkill sammiches.