Sick Day

Waking up this morning chilled to the bone with a raging piss hard on, I came to the quick conclusion that going to work today was not in the cards for me. I have been a good boy during my initial 4 months at the old UO, so I decided I was able to knock off this once without any forseeable problems. I'm working a middle shift, so I don't have to open or close and I do feel a tad under the weather. Most likely I have a combination of a slight cold from the drastic change in weather that has eveloped our region the past couple of days and the after effects of Italian Sausage cooked in left over Heineken that I scarfed down yesterday. Usually I would time my sick days with some sort of event that would involve cinema, but since there is absolutely nothing playing that I can find even remotely watchable, I'm destined to sit around all day and be bored.

This weekend was plain sad. I opted out of an AC trip on Friday night and instead got pounded in my living room and things just went sideways from there. The high point of Friday was involving into a card game, that I can't recall the name of, a sadistic rule that forces you to call someone randomly in your cell phone and tell them in all seriousness that you love them. I chose to call the juggiest gal in real estate (my realtor) at 1 AM. I told her I was lying in bed thinking about how I love her. (It was embarassing, but she's very forgiving and probably instantly knew it was a joke.) The joy of this game was watching everyone else have to do it, sometimes multiple times. I think I may have gotten off easy considering that 2 guys called other dudes and said I love you. Drunk guys always steer shit towards being gay....it's kind of funny.

The rest of the weekend I didn't do much of anything except shiver and lounge around. Both days my brother lined up houses that I opted not to see...I guess maybe this whole house hunting shit is starting to drag on past the point of my attention span. As it turns out, it was a wise move on my part since they were all shit. And naturally seeing my realtor first thing Saturday morning wasn't on my top ten list of things to do based on the events of the prior evening. Luckily I got 3 magazines in the mail that I could tear through in between naps and it was a brand new Cops. I avoided calling anyone due to my constant dizziness and stomach achiness from those aforementioned Heinie's. Capped the night off watching United States of Leland with Ryan Gosling. Either the kid can act or he does a mean impression of Jake Gyllenhal in this flick. The plot meandered a bit, but a strong cast made up for it. Overall, I'd say C+.

Sunday brought another episode of hunt for a home with Mikey that was ill fated. Thankfully Mike brought with him a shit load of food and not just his devil child who wrestles our dog for hours on end. The rest of the day pretty much unfolded like this, watch football, drift off to sleep, eat sausage. Again I didn't make any calls or get any calls, I'm basically becoming a certifiable hermit. I had such high hopes for a weekend off from work, but I'm beginning to wonder why I have these hopes. I don't do anything, so I probably should just friggin work them to give me something to do. Maybe things will get better, maybe I'll make enough money to actually support a social life. Right now, I am treading water. I make, everyone takes. It's a viscious cycle that seems to never end. I hate to end this post all down in the dumps, but oh well. What can you do? I'm sick! Remember?