Where are my friends tonight...

Today has started off with utter fucking chaos. Not much I can openly discuss right now, but something I'm sure to reference sometime in the future. My mind is really blown right now, and I'll be interested to see what the outcome of this situation is, because it will certainly raise some questions on something I've held a deep interest in for the past ~10 years. I need some popcorn, a big soda, and for the lights to dim ever so slightly.

I felt like shit yesterday. I don't feel all that super today either. But I'm going to forge on and make the best of this crappy day. My head isn't pounding any more, my eyes are finished watering, I've got some slightly suspect stool, and my nose isn't AS drippy as it was yesterday. I'm here, at work, stuck right in the middle between miserable and amazed.

So tonight is the first game, hopefully not the last, of 9-ball. I'm pretty excited. I'm sure I'll wear myself thin today and feel like crap tomorrow. Oh well. My goal is to be well and good by Friday, but if it means feeling OK tonight, and a little crappy tomorrow I'll gladly make the sacrifice.

I was pretty excited about watching the last game of the Pittsburgh/Washington series last night... it wasn't fun at all. I would have been better of sleeping, or performing some kind of "at home" transgender surgery. The game was terrible. The Penguins won 6-2, and embarrassed Washington on their home ice. I would have been so upset had that been Philadelphia. Oh well... interesting playoffs are almost over as I know it, and then baseball will be in full swing. Ha. Ha. Pun. Ha. Ha.

I'm going to go do things now, and wait for some indication of how I should feel for the rest of the day. I'm thinking someone might make the right call, and if not there is going to be a wave of complete disgust completely drowning me.

I have to crap. Now.