By the way, bruise update: The bruise I acquired just above my left knee is really weird, but kind of cool. I've never had a bruise like this. It's very dim, but if it were darker, it would look like a ring nebula of sorts. It's (of all colors) bright whitish (like if you pressed on your skin and released, where the skin gets brighter for a second or two) in the center, about the size of a dime--that must be the point of first impact. It's then faintly blue for about a half inch around, with some darker blue spots scattered around the outer perimeter. I like it. For a bruise, that is... :)

You know, desensitization is pretty interesting...last night as I was driving home around 2:30am from Streetside Cafe, where Mike, Julie's boyfriend, was spinning, I was heading down Armitage toward the Kennedy. This driver in front of me had certainly had a few or just wasn't paying attention. The car drifted ever so slightly, and I said, "Fabulous, let's go, drunk-ass. Figure out where you're going and get there already." That's because they wanted to turn left, but picked the wrong street, forcing me to pretty much slam on the brakes to stop. Then they realized their error and continued straight to the next block. I gave the guy space this time, and he saw the next street and put on his blinker. He started to make the turn and everything looked fine. Except for that car speeding straight at him. He almost made it, and the car squealed on the brakes but to no avail. He clipped the back quarter panel and sent the car in front of me in a 180 spin. Neither car hit anything else, and nothing hit me, thankfully. I'm sure the dude in front of me was a couple sheets to the wind, and it looked as though the car that broadsided this guy was flying...I mean, he hit the guy hard enough to spin him around, and while a 5 m.p.h. crash can do some fierce damage, this seemed a lot faster.

But I kept going, and by the time I thought about stopping, I was too far away. I watched in the mirror in case there was a fire, otherwise, I'd have gone back to help. But there was no fire. And no, I wasn't even tipsy.

Am I a jerk? If so, what could I have done? Why would I want to deal with drunk idiots who shouldn't have been driving to begin with?

Well, here's something to discuss. I never hated this athlete, more or less...I felt bad for him when he was suspended for taking an energy pill or whatever. Now, I'm partially enraged, partially sickened. Where was my tutor banging down the doors of professors? Why was I not helped? Is it because I'm not a pathetic, dumbass sap and can fend for myself without having some person watch over me? Is it because, in the words of a colleague here I just ranted to, "you don't rack up 16 sacks a year or pull down 20 rebounds a game"? Man, am I pissed...seriously pissed.

Read about it...

OK, fine.

Here's a question: What can we do to make Barb unbored? That should spark some discussion...

Wow...for the first time this year since Opening Day am I sore...my legs aren't in pain, persé, but they are reminding me that they were pushed hard last night. I have a sore spot on my right shin where I took a slash and a sore spot just above my left knee where I took an airmailed slapshot. Didn't really look to see if there was a bruise there this morning, because I didn't care too much.

Today starts a bit of a busy weekend, more or less. After work I'm heading to the Blackhawks game with Donna and a buddy of mine from work...these should be really nice seats...club level, center ice. Since I've only been to one Hawks game before, it should be interesting. I'm not a big hockey-watching fan, but I figure two things: 1, they're free $60 tickets, and 2, it could be a "research trip" for floor hockey. Maybe I'll pick up a thing or two from the pros...though ice is different from floor.

Tomorrow, the cousins and brothers and I (plus Troy) are heading to Lindy's, our favorite bar and restaurant for some dinner and drinking. After that sometime, I'm planning on heading up to a place called Streetside Cafe to check out Julie's boyfriend Mike spin some records...should be cool...

Then Saturday, Kim's birthday "bash"...not sure on the details of that, but whatever...drinks, games and general money-spending will be done.

Sunday, sadly, I work. Oh well...there's the lowdown if I don't post in the next couple of days--you'll know why. But I will do my best to keep you updated on the happenings and thoughts as I go...

As you may have read on Urban Therapy, our hockey team lost...we're improving though, which is good. I had a nice breakaway, but I was stoned by the goalie yet again. Bastard.

Tomorrow just about everyone at work heads to Indianapolis for a memorial service for Joel (the contributing editor who died in Dec.) at the Scouting Combine. Me and Trent will not be going. It will be nice and quiet in the office, fortunately, but at the same time, it will be pretty tough to stay focused with no one around. But I'll certainly have enough to do, so maybe concentrating won't be soooo hard...we'll see.

So yeah, we'll see...I don't have much else to talk about...so that's all for now.

James van Osdell, a DJ on 94.7 the Zone, this morning said he watched the last 20 minutes of Joe Millionaire yesterday and felt stupid immediately afterward. He said he had to read a book to feel better.

That about sums up my feeling today. I feel as though I wasted two hours of my life, even though I was at a bar trying my best originally to not watch. I wish I had those two hours back...really, I do.

Of course, I also am thankful I didn't waste an hour a week on the stupid show. :)

Well, maybe work will kick me out of that funk...it involves my brain, so it should help.

Well, I figured I should post today...since I've neglected you poor souls for awhile...
I understand the site has been slow of late...hopefully this will correct itself (Blogspot and Haloscan, I'm flipping the bird in your general directions) soon. If it doesn't, I may have to look for another comment driver. Don't know how successful that will be.
Anywho...was sucked into the web of evil that was Joe Millionaire today at Lindy's, the bar me and my brother go to and the one that sponsors our summer softball team. Went there to eat and say hi to the owner, bartender and others whom we haven't seen in a while...and the dumb show was on. Of course, the whole bar of middle-aged and older men (not including ourselves, of course) was silent, watching this show. Most of us there had not seen the show, yet everyone was mesmorized by it. I hate society. The winner made me happy even though I knew little about any of it, and the big stunning shock was nothing too surprising from anything else it could have been.
But whatever...on to better shows, such as "24," where the script is the only thing that's real.
Otherwise, I'm pretty sleepy, so I'm off to bed...here's hoping you all can read this and comment if you'd like over the next few days...

It's been a fun 24-plus hours...the snow never materialized during my commute, so it was a breeze...that was nice. It did start snowing big-time as me and Donna went to Branmor's, a very nice restaurant down the street from me. I had stuffed pheasant breast, which was quite good. I can't remember what Donna had...
Today, we went ice skating (indoors, thankfully) with Luis and Monica...it's the first time I've been skating, and you could tell...I was wobbly almost the whole time, plus my right ankle wouldn't let me do much. We think my right skate was worn down (it was a rental pair) more than the left (from people using the right one to push off and turn in a counterclockwise loop), and thus I couldn't skate as well on it as on the left one. I had a good time, despite taking frequent breaks to rest my ankles and my lower back (from balancing the whole time). I fell twice, on my left elbow both times, so I have a little ice burn on the elbow, but nothing big. It was definitely a good time though...I'd do it again, so long as my ankles hold up or get stronger.
Oh well, now I'm off to bed...so goodnight all!