neurological dryer lint

the hormones played well on friday night at bogarts. it was nice hearing some new stuff - they've done a lot of maturing in their songwriting in the last year, learning to use better harmonies and writing more interesting, deep lyrics.

renee and i went out w/doan and kyle on saturday. then kyle and i beat the two of them in some trivial pursuit: pop culture. there's some obscure crap in this game. naturally, the 'name the five actors who played leading Starfleet captains' question was on a card i was asking them. never get a break...

i think the coughing is getting worse again. yesterday and today have been much more painful than normal. next stop is to my old allergist to see if he can figure anything out. then back to an E/N/T. someone has to have some clue about this.

i weep for anyone who has favre as their qb in their fantasy team after last night. poor guy just couldn't pull it together.

hmmm. to have a job like his. imagine if an NFL quarterback had to go back to the 9-5. i'm having trouble picturing staying in this type of job and it's only been a few years. and i don't even stay in the office til 5 every day. the concept of getting up in the morning, staying in a cube all day, coming home at night for a few hours, that whole thing, i can't understand how someone could tolerate it. i know it's common, millions do it every day, and maybe they're capable of finding something less constrictive and maybe they're not. maybe i'm just immature and whining. maybe i need to suck it up. or maybe i can find something else that doesn't feel like a third of my day is senseless monotony.

listening to: blindside - you can hide it