I don't know how much longer I can deal with my life. It seems like everyday there's a new issue I have to contend with and I'm beginning to feel buried. Last Friday was a particularly drob day. My dear friend, the sun, never showed his shining face once all day and I missed his presence sorely. I don't even remember what I did on Friday. I must have slept through most of it. Oh, wait, it's coming back to me. I had to work. Oh, yeah, because I injured my wrist earlier in the week and missed two days of work, so I had to work on a Friday. Ur!
Saturday was a bit better. I was able to play a little volleyball while compensating for my left wrist. My playing was decidedly not up to par but it was good to be active. Although, I tried to work out alittle but found I couldn't do anything involving arms because of my damn wrist. I felt like such a slush. Saturday night, I had plans to meet up with some friends for a play and dinner, except the place I recommended ended up being closed (forever). Of course, there was no mention of their closing on their website or in any of the local entertainment papers. Whatever! So we then walked up and down Halsted and North searching for a decent meal. We discovered that only Italians eat out in that part of town. Very odd. Okay, there is one Mexican place but it was packed, packed, packed. Well, I guess when you offer the only alternative in a part of town, you're bound to be busy. So we ended up at Pizza Capri (not to be confused with California Pizza Kitchen) and we're supposed to meet our friend Lauren there, except she went to CPK. Whatever! I lost my appetite. After dinner, we made our way to the Royal George where we enjoyed a lovely piano recital by a man dressed up as Chopin. It was okay. I shouldn't complain too much since I wasn't paying. I just kept feeling like I was going to fall asleep. Then when I thought it was all over and we were free, Chopin had the nerve to demand we all take part in a sing-a-long to songs I didn't know the lyrics to. Nerve! Whatever. Eventually we were released and as we slowly existed the theater, one of my friends correctly noted that a fire in the building would definitely result in a slow painful death.
Sunday, the sun returned. Thank you sun! However, I managed to stay inside most of the day anyway. I don't know, I guess I was wiped out from the sluggish weekend already. I did manage to play a few dull games with my volleyball league. Everyone seemed to be spaced out and we all made numerous dumb mistakes. At least we were able to laugh at ourselves over it. And, I got dubbed "Thunder" for my oh-so powerful serves. I told my team I'm going to get a shirt made with my title across the back. Anyone know where I can get a shirt made?
Monday morning as I went out to my car to go to work ON COLUMBUS DAY GODDAMMIT! I found this note stuck in the driver's side window. It said "Get news the 49th Ward leaders don't want you to know!" followed by a blog address. If you too are curious on the dirt on Rogers Park, then go here. The wierd thing was that only my car had this note. What made whomever placed the note place it on my car. Was it the selection of liberal cause bumperstickers? Or was it the simple fact that I drive an old, beat up Volvo (the universal sign of liberalism)? Hm? I also received a disturbing email from my student loan provider to let me know I had a payment due this month. I just graduated last month. I was like, what? no grace period? It became a screaming and bitching match between myself and the Indian customer service man at Sallie Mae. I still don't understand what's going on. I need a stiff drink. Who's up for Monday Margaritas?
