I lost too much money gambling. Although a little is too much. The problem is, I allowed myself to be roped into craps by Laz. I had no idea what was going on...I just made the same bet over and over. And sucked. Then, in blackjack, I sucked while Laz struck the jackpot on his last hand and Jim also struck gold, both sitting next to me for awhile.

Ah well...if I had money, I'd "practice," but I don't have money. Ah well...it was a good time, no less.

This may very well be my last post for a few days now, as I'm heading to the hotel tomorrow...but we'll see...maybe Laz will be nice and let me borrow his laptop with the free DSL line at the hotel. Though that will probably be the last thing on my mind, really. :)

Yeah...off the the shower and then to bed. Long, long day tomorrow.

I just talked to Laz...he drives too fast. He's already roughly an hour out of the city. That will put him at my place around 4:30. So he'll have to putz around Bolingbrook for a while if Gerard's not home. Ah well...his fault. :)

I got all of my targeted work done today. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from many of the calls I put out. Chances are I won't hear back and will have to call again on Monday. But Monday seems quite far away right now, so I won't worry about it.

I hope traffic isn't bad so Laz & Co. don't have to wait forever. I'm not in a hurry to go gamble and lose money, but they might be. :)

All right then...time is a-tickin'. I should probably call Men's Wearhouse to see if I can pick my suit up early.

Yesterday in volleyball, we won our first game but lost pretty handily in the second to a pretty solid team. Overall, we didn't play badly, especially down the stretch in the season. It became a good time, thankfully, because when we were losing and losing and losing, it was not fun at all.

Today begins the madness of the Urban Therapy Wedding. Laz is headed to my place for gambling in Joliet with the crew and to crash at my place for the night. Tomorrow, I have much to take care of and figure out, such as getting to the hotel, getting a haircut, getting my suit (if I can't tonight), etc., etc. So we'll see how that goes. Hopefully well. I'll be at the hotel sometime tomorrow, returning to Bolingbrook on Sunday sometime, so this space might be empty for a few days. Not that many of you care, especially since your blogs will probably be pretty empty too.

From the "I can't make this shit up" file:

First, a little background. We do a book each year, the Pro Prospects Preview, that basically is a player-by-player scouting analysis of anyone in college who might be worthy of the draft next year. We call it the Joel book, even though Joel (who passed away in December) isn't writing it anymore, obviously. Well, Joel used to write some really weird stuff about guys--stuff you wouldn't think would be in a scouting analysis...like "XXX is part Japanese" or things like that...we got a laugh out of things like that. But this is funnier than anything Joel ever wrote:

"Moved back to free safety in ’01, starting nine games and missing two with a fractured right foot that he sustained playing air guitar in his dorm room."

Too damn funny.
Carry on.

Those of you who want to read my story will get to do so in good time. Right now, I'm not comfortable with posting it here, in parts. Maybe I'll email it to you, or maybe I'll put it up on my personal site. But it will come along soon enough. I feel the need to tweak some of it anyway, so we shall see.

At the moment, nothing else to report, except that this is going to be busy week from Hell. Not that others aren't busier, but man, I'm going to have to practically kill myself this week to get everything done and figured out. But I guess that's why it's fun, this whole wedding thing, when you're not actually organizing much of anything. That's nice. :)

Ah well, more as events warrant.

All right! See, now that's time well-spent. I just took two hours and wrote out the first draft of my short story. It may end up being the final draft, I don't know. I doubt it will though. Wow...I can't explain the feeling I have now. It's kind of like when you go work out, and you're tired, but it's the good kind of tired. My mind is tired, but it's the good kind of tired, something I haven't felt in a long, long time. I'm sooooooo happy about this too. Even if this story never sees the light of another person's computer screen, it's great practice. :) Yay! Now I'm off to bed.

The nice thing about summer Sundays, though? I'm leaving now, at 6:00pm. That's nice. :)

I really need to find something better to do with my Sundays. :)

That's the only thing I really don't like about working Sundays, when it's a breeze like today. There's nothing to do or read or anything. I'm actually sitting here checking my email and other people's blogs hoping for something, anything to read and take up some time. I can't sit and clearly watch the Sox game on TV next to me. But there isn't much else to do. So, anyone out there, email me or update your blog and tell me what you did this weekend, just to give me something to read. ;)

Well, here's hoping for an easy Sunday. Though I get the feeling that won't be the case, simply because it feels like that's what it'll be. So, yeah, we'll see, I guess.