Tuesday, bloody Tuesday

I'm on line for financial aid right now, after leaving school, only to come right back. It took me 40 minutes to park again. And if this line moves any slower, I'll be late for my piano placement exam. I am over today. Work had better go swimmingly tonight.


Year Two, Day One

I'm back in school, and I'm already over my schedule. I have to get here an hour early just to park, and I have an hour break between classes. This doesn't bode well for my piece of mind.


Life flows on

I've come face to face with the stark realization that I've been an unavailable friend for the last year, and with these next two years of school, it's not gonna get any better. I want to apologize to those that call me 'friend.' Someday, I'll be able to hang, and I won't have to sweat making up the money from taking a night off. $100 for a night at the bar, or even $20 for a night of poker, won't seem so prohibitive. My schedule sucks. Between work, school, & everything between, there's no freedom. I'm perpetually busy at night, and I'm sick of it. Just throwing all that out there.


Predictive text is rad, mostly

We'll see how many correctly spelled, grammatically incorrect posts make it through when I post from this phone... I count one already.

Late one tonight

The kitchen guys for stuck doing extra cleaning duties tonight. If they get stuck here late, I still need to be the last one out the door. I just punched out. It's time to go home.


29 years down. 1,999,971 to go.

But do I really want to live to the age of 2 million?

I'm 29 now, and I'm tired. This week, I've suffered through kidney stones, imaginary conflict at work, and the people I love, not seeing eye to eye about me.

I became a coach to a high school brass section, and wished I could make a living doing that, exclusively. Then I realized that I'm working to make that goal happen. School starts a week from Monday, by the way.

My cell phone went blind on Thursday, and I effectively lost every phone number on it. My new phone, the myTouch 3g, is awesome, but I gotta fill it up with numbers.

To prevent a kidney infection (from passing 4 kidney stones), I'm taking antibiotics, which I can't drink on, so I'm enjoying a birthday Virgil's Cream Soda. A pretty solid substitute for a proper beverage.

I guess that's it for the first hour of year two-nine. Gotta go to bed to wake up early to get to breakfast @ Dawn's Mom's. Always a good time =)


Fighting the not-so-good fight (kidney stones)

Over the last couple of days, I've been passing kidney stones. It started as I was going into work on Monday. I felt the telltale pain of a stone starting to pass. When I got to work, I told my boss, "if I pass a kidney stone tonight, who do I call to bail me out?" He said himself. two hours later, the pain came on, and I called him: "hey man, I was hoping to put this off for a couple more hours, but my stone is starting to pass." He gave me some sob story about how long he was at work that morning for inventory, and that he wasted to take a nap and iron his shirt, and it'd be 2.5 more hours before he'd be able to get in to work. Upon hearing that, I locked myself in the office, hung chef coats to block the windows, and was in agony for a good 1.5 hours until my boss showed, and I was able to call Dawn to come pick me up.

That night, the stone passed, but I had another one hot on it's tail. Around 9 pm, I felt that one come on. 36 hours later, it still hasn't passed. I went to the ER yesterday, where they doped me up and kept me for 6 hours, ran some tests, including an ultrasound of both kidneys and sent me home with some really rockin' prescriptions. At this point, I'm fighting to stay awake just to finish this blog, and then I'm passing out for a little while. I didn't sleep at all two nights ago, so I think I'm still catching up on sleep.


The Culprit

The Culprit
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Oliver, basking in the glow of his comic book sabotage.

The Crime

The Crime
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We came home to see a copy of an X-Factor comic destroyed on the floor.