Billy Zabka, eat your heart out

Thanks to Amanda, Andrew, Dave, Keith, Lee and Lucas for making the Backlash viewing party a success last night. It was big fun! More later!


We're the best... AROUND!

Don't Forget

For those still interested, Backlash at my house at 8 tomorrow (Tuesday) night.


He might like... harvest wheat or something if you don't show up.

Thanks, Japan!

Annie bought a bunch of Ramen in a Cup Insant Lunch things, and gave them to me soon after, citing that they just weren't the same. I figured that while she was probably right, it wouldn't bother me. Let me just say: it's not the same. I'll still eat it, but I'm certainly not writing home about them. Only blogging.

I don't think there's anything going on in the world that I care about right now. Maybe it's just my overall frame of mind lately, but I'm having serious trouble giving a good damn about any blessed thing. This makes blogging complicated. Fortunately, just tossing up a random picture and calling it a night is anything but.

This needs to be addressed

The Great Khali plans to open his own wrestling school in India. I can't even fathom what important lessons he would be imparting to his students. He's pretty good at being large, but as far too many basketball commentators have been telling me for twenty-five years, you can't teach height.


Would you trust this man to show you how to do a fireman's carry?

INFORMATION TO KNOW AND LEARN

I'm coming to you LIVE, just shy of 9 am. I'm between doctor's appointments right now, because I double booked myself. When I woke up this morning, all I could think is what a horrible idea that had been, but now, being halfway done with the ordeal, it's not looking too bad. I'm tapering off one medication and starting on another, so hopefully that yields better results.

I have trouble getting to sleep at night because of the dizziness and whatnot. I can't make my head be quiet long enough to actually doze off, so I find myself just laying there in bed for hours, usually while listening to a television show. I started watching/listening to Sports Night a couple of days ago, a show I've seen many times all the way through. A show where I know every joke, every storyline twist, and every maudlin "Full House band" moment well enough to cringe in preparation for it. So why Sports Night instead of a show I've seen less, or better yet, not at all? I chalk it up to reliability. I know exactly what I'm going to get out of Sports Night. That goes for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Office, Angel, and Farscape as well. I will never get tired of watching these shows, particularly while I'm sick. It's nice to have things you can count on when so much about life is up in the air.

-I saw Lee at the Iuka bus stop just a few minutes ago, waiting for his carriage to school. Atta boy.

-Andrew and I are going down to Cincinnati for Jason's birthday on Friday.

-College Hoops 2K5 is fun, but I need an upgrade, perhaps to last year's game so I can rewrite history with Greg Oden and Mike Conley.

-Dave went to see Michael Buble last week. Think about that.

-People should come watch WWE Backlash at my house next Tuesday. Big Show is going to fight Great Khali. In front of a crowd. It's going to rule.

-Does anyone want to watch a Japanese horror movie with me? It's called Shutter, and it was recently remade with that other guy from Dawson's Creek. This is the original though, and Dave swears by it. And yes, I trust Dave's opinion on this, despite the fact that he went to see Michael Buble.

-Jenna is hot.

A Few Minutes Ago...

...I passed out somewhere near the top of a flight of stairs and woke up at the bottom with my head bleeding. This is bullshit. I can't afford a one-level home of my very own just to keep me safe from heights. I'm also not as sexy as Beyonce, so there's not even that to buck me up.


What I wouldn't give for that caboose.

Honesty

Heard there was a good party and live music last night. I lied and told Franz I had plans and thus couldn't make it. I watched TV for 11 hours instead. This is my life now. I went to a baseball game with Dave and Andrew last Monday and started hinting to get out of there almost immediately because I was afraid of passing out at the fucking Coop. I'm tired of this. I lay in bed until 4 am most nights because my head won't stop swimming, and I'm nearly incapable of actual sleep until I'm completely physically exhausted. So I lay, and wait, and listen to audio commentaries over and over again. As fascinated as I may be with squibs and gory FX makeup, I can only hear George Romero tell the same story so many times.

It's awful in the morning. Incapacitating, to the point where I'm assured to spend some quality time on my carpet if I dare get out of bed. Afternoons are generally better. I can function, I can get around, even read usually. Nights are bad. As I get more tired, things become dizzier, and anything resembling a social life becomes out of the question.

I feel so insulated from everything lately. The real world, mostly. I see my friends, some of them, but it's like I'm half a person. I went to see the Von Bondies, a band I really like, at the Basement a few months back, and had to get Andrew to take me home before they even went on.

I feel like I've been trying really hard to take all of this in stride, and maybe this is just a really bad day so all of the frustration is bubbling to the surface, but I can't do this anymore.

I'm going to be starting on a new drug this week, so maybe in a few weeks there will be some sign of improvement. I haven't lost all hope or anything like that, but I'm not as optimistic as I was a couple of weeks ago either.

I miss getting out of the house, going to movies, or to concerts, or Hell, even to class.

I talked to a friend on the phone earlier today, and I told her that my world feels very small lately. I think that's actually the best way I can sum this up: my world feels small. I'm sure I'm not alone in that, not by a long shot, and there are people way worse off than me. Still, this is my blog, and I felt like being especially truthful this afternoon.

If ever there were a reason to break my silence...

The Office returns with a new episode tomorrow (Thursday) night at 9! If you're like me (and face it, you have to be at least a little bit like me to read this blog), you're jazzed! Especially since Jenna is ALIVE AND WELL.

Broin' Down 11 was last night, and it was saved by Lucas! With Adam, Keith, Mikey McD and Renkes MIA, the first hour and a half was Davekwon watching me obliterate a pitcher of Bud Light all by my lonely. Andrew arrived, but as great as he is, it was still just the KOV+1-1 hanging, and we do that fairly often. THANK YOU, LUCAS! I credit you with maintaining the balance of Broin' Down!

I think I watched ECW last night with Davekwon, but honestly, I don't really remember. I believe CM Punk may have wrestled the Miz. Beyond that, no idea. This distresses me, because I may have watched the next chapter in the Big Show/Great Khali saga and have no memory of it. Tragedy.

Anyway, don't miss The Office tomorrow night, and don't miss ME either, as I'll be back shortly after with thoughts on the episode. PEACE!

Notes from a shut in

I live. It's still difficult to spend much time on the computer consecutively due to general dizziness and blurred vision, but I miss the blog so I'm going to make an effort to pick things back up. Not a whole lot to talk about. I'm largely confined to my house, unfortunately. Fewer hours at work leads to less money leads to going out less. In addition to that, I just don't feel up to doing much, so it really sort of works out. Much love to Lauren for lending me the Angel DVDs over the past couple of weeks. That's been very helpful for staving off the boredom.

I don't really like for people to see me when I'm all symptomatic and whatnot. There's nothing they can do about it, and nothing I can do about it but wait for it to pass, so it's kind of a no-win situation.

Theoretically, the medication I started should be kicking in about now, so we'll see. And if that doesn't work, onto the next one.

Thanks for your patronage. Also, please head over to Dave's blog as he's done a couple of fine entries over the past couple of weeks, including an account of him Punking me on April Fool's Day.

Peace and love.