Still too sick, but will drop a piece for you here...

Somehow, I got up at 8pm and dragged my ass down to 111th and Pulaski to show my face at my buddy Steve's bachelor party. I was a mess and probably shouldn't have gone, but they were counting on my money to be there, so I was there. I stayed for about 45 minutes and ate and that's it.

I don't feel as though I'm getting better...in fact, I feel like I'm getting worse, almost. I'm going to take some Nyquil liquidcaps now though and pray I feel better in the morning. I don't want to go to work like this on a Sunday...and I don't think i can call in unless I'm hospitalized on a sunday.

Whatever...I bet I'll be OK.

Too sick to blog. Must go back to bed.

You know what? I like talking.

"No shit!" you say? Well, no...

I mean, yes, there are times when it seems like Andy just likes to hear his own voice and most of what he's saying has little to no relevance or context or anything.

You won't catch me talking politics typically, because I'd be put to shame.

You won't catch me talking religion typically, because that talk baffles me a lot.

You sometimes won't even catch me talking football, because, you know, I do it for work and it gets tiresome sometimes, believe it or not.

I don't flat-out avoid those topics...but I shy away from them sometimes.

But that's not what I'm talking about here.

What I'm talking about is, like, REAL conversation. And I don't mean it has to be deep, thoughtful stuff like what they teach you in school.

I'm talking about talking about shit in general. I'm talking about talking about myself to someone who gives a crap, or at least seems to give a crap, and has something to share in return. Tonight, I had a nice, long conversation about myself and learned a lot about the person on the other end of the line too. There were no time limits--there should have been, but there weren't. Nothing discussed even was Earth-shattering or groundbreaking, really. But you know what? That's OK, and that's necessary sometimes. I talked and listened, talked and listened, and it was great.

There is simply NOTHING in this world for me that beats a good conversation.

I just wanted to share that. Back to your regularly scheduled programs.

Sorry Christine, but I just set up my DSL thing...and it's BLAZING FAST. :) It was remarkably easy too. So hoo-freakin'-ray... :)

I have softball at 9:30pm. My throat still kind of hurts. I'll just have to dress warmly and hope for the best. And then fight the urge to go out with the guys. That shouldn't be too hard, but we'll see. I've got plenty to do around here, that's for sure.

All right then. :) More later...now that I can be addicted to the Internet again. Hoo-freakin'-ray. :)

Ugh...well, I don't feel so good now. I woke up with a teensy little sore throat, and it hasn't really gone away today. The air conditioning was on at work and I was cold too...so now I'm sitting here working in my jacket. My brain is shutting off too...and I just feel generally very sluggish. I want to get out of here because of it. So I'll probably go home and unpack...that's the ticket. I just hope I'm not "getting" sick and this is the extent of whatever I've got, if anything.

The world is back to normal again. Unfortunately for all the Cub-fan friends I have. I went up to Basia&Pete's new house to watch the game after work. It is a beautiful house, as expected. They say they're not done unpacking, which, yes, they aren't...but given my current state of unpacked-ness, they look like they've been there for months and months. :) Christine thinks I hate her, because I supposedly never answered some email...but really, I know she hates me. I never go to Starbux, and she didn't reply to me either. I KNOW she hates me. It's obvious.

Otherwise, I'll be working today, as usual, and then I'm deciding whether to go home and unpack some more, go to my parents' house and do laundry or go out to Bolingbrook and pack some more crap out there. Probably I will go home and unpack. I really need to get my room in some semblance of order already. Then I have softball in Park Ridge at 9:30. So there's some time in between...plus, then I can eat at home and save some money.

Kazak has been fine...I think he threw up because of the anxiety of needing to go out yesterday morning, believe it or not. He was fine the rest of the day and this morning. Thankfully.

Ah well...enough for now...

My Internet was scheduled to come on tomorrow, but I was supposed to have the modem hooked up by now so they can "test" the line or whatever. I have yet to do that...of course, I just received the modem yesterday...let's hope things go well with that.

Did not set up the modem yesterday because I met my friend Gina at Barleycorn on Clark (in Wrigleyville) for the Cubs game. I got out of work at 5 and made my way down there...I parked near her house near Addison and Western and walked the nearly two miles to the bar. I knew I would have to wait in line to get in, and feared it would take a couple hours. I got there at 7:15, right as the game started and waited in line only about 45 minutes to get in. Got in around the 4th inning and found Gina and her friends without a problem. Everyone was in such a great mood...I got caught up in it, which was the point. I told Gina that although I'm a Sox fan, I wanted to be able to tell my grandkids when I was 70 that I was in the vicinity of Wrigley when the Cubs won the pennant. Of course, it looked good until the 8th inning. While everyone else in the bar screamed and yelled and probably cried (though I didn't actually SEE any tears), I just stood there with my jaw to the floor, speechless and stunned. As one of my coworkers said, no team and no fans of a team deserves what happened yesterday in the way it happened.

I felt really, really bad...just about everything...and, I have to say, I'm glad I was a part of it, more or less. It wouldn't have been the same if I was watching at home alone.

On Monday, I took care of some errands...I found a nice little sandwich shop on Milwaukee right near North and Damen. Stopped there for lunch and (what became) dinner. I was gonna get a haircut, but the Hair Cuttery by my house was full of appointments until 5pm. I had plans, so I said forget it. I then walked around a bit on Milwaukee, which is when I found the sandwich shop. In the evening, Gina and I went to have a drink and watch the games, which we didn't even do, really, because we were talking and I had no interest in the football game anyway.

Sunday, of course, I worked. This morning, I was quite perturbed because Kazak got sick...so, running late, I had to try to clean up the mess he made. I'll have to wash the stuff that he messed up tonight now...I don't know why he got sick, as he didn't drag anything down and eat it or get in the garbage...oh well. I'm sure it will pass. I hope.

I still have no Internet at home, and I've gotten no sign from SBC that my modem and such is on the way. I shall call them later today (Monday). I'm just wrapping up here before heading home from work. Tomorrow will be Unpack and Organize Day. After I wake up, of course. I have most of my stuff now...though there's a lot of little crap still in Bolingbrook. But I can get that stuff in my car as time permits.

There's just a good handful of stuff to do. I'd recap the weekend, but now I'm tired and want to go home. Trust me when I say it was fun, yet taxing at the same time, because of my lack of having a working CPU, I worried about making deadline on my writing that was due today. I made it, but I had to get into work even earlier than normal.

Ah well...good night all...hopefully I can find an Internet portal soon. Maybe there's an Internet cafe or library near my house...I don't know.