Football in the morning, hockey in the evening. Sports sandwiches a long day of work. I hate not having my weekends totally free, although I must say that this vacation has been a little much. I feel completely useless when I sit around not doing anything. I guess that means I'm a workaholic. Not a good quality, but a good way to get ahead I suppose. Last night was kind of a trip. I hung out and got some coffee in Plymouth for awhile and then headed to a last-minute party with some of Chav's friends. Beer pong was the game of the evening, and Peanut had a pretty good streak of beginner's luck going. It's been a long time since I was at a party that rowdy, it took me back to the partying at EMU days. After that I had a pretty intense dream about EB. I don't know why, but she and I were sharing a house and Rene showed up to crash. He shook my hand, smiled and said it was good to see me again. I was so upset I woke up in a cold sweat right after he moved his things into her bedroom. It's been ...

All right, so I lied about not writing here anymore. Let me tell you about my weekend... My weekend was exhausting. Friday I went to Kalamazoo to hang out with a friend from college. The night was crazy. We drank at several bars downtown. My Republican counterpart Marin (who works with James Van Der Beek) got cut off at a couple of the bars. Keep in mind, this was well after she flicked her hair band at another guy at our table, missing him, hitting the wall, bouncing back, hitting me in the head and dropping into my drink. Never one to waste a good glass of bourbon, I removed the hair band and finished my drink. She bought me another and a shot to compensate. So after all the bars, we ended up at some college party store to get supplies before going to James Van Der Beek's friend Tim's apartment. I can be a talkative guy, which sometimes gets me into awkward situations. Never is this more true than when I've had a few beverages. So while I'm waiting for everyone to get what they need, I ended up talking to this drunk hippy and his girlfriend. Somehow I got ...

Happy freaking birthday to me. I hate this day. I just got up, it's about 10 a.m. Surprising, considering I didn't even get to bed until about 2:30 a.m. I went out to "celebrate" my birthday last night. It was great, I honestly didn't know I had that many friends. Carrie, Beaker, Loc, Danielle, Do, Demeester, Campbell, Cannons, Hippie, Franco and a ton of others were there. I was nervous because all day my brother had been saying, "we're going to make you throw up." I wasn't too keen on that idea and fortunately the shots put in front of me were few and far between. I feel fine this morning, save a scratchy throat, and I remember everything that occurred last night. Overall, as far as birthdays go, it was acceptable. I had unusually vivid dreams last night though. In the first, I was a documentary maker, following around high school kids as they party. Mostly, I was interviewing them about smoking marijuana. I don't know why, but what I remember of it was how these kids were trying so hard to be cool while saying "yeah, I smoke," but how they looked ridiculously stupid. I don't know what the ...

I was greeted with frost covering my windows when I went out to my car this morning. I really hate the cold weather. It made me consider a job inquiry I got this morning for just a second longer. Last spring a man emailed me from the Searcy Citizen in Searcy, Arkansas. Searcy, incidentally, is a small college town 30 minutes north of Little Rock. It seems that at the beginning of the year, the publisher cleaned house. He fired all his staff, hired a new executive editor and gave him the task of rebuilding the paper from the ground up. That's when he contacted me. It seems he needed a news editor and saw my resume. Now it's not often that jobs like this seek you out, but last May, he did. Now you have to understand where I was in May. I was happily in a relationship with EB, I was in a job that I thought would sustain us when she moved home and finally, I was on the cusp of filling in for a woman here at work while she was on maternity leave. All those factors made the decision to say thanks, but no thanks, very ...

What a good weekend! After the drama of Friday afternoon subsided, I hung out with an old friend. Incidentally, I ran into the high school girlfriend on the way into the bar. She was with some chach-looking guy and completely ignored me. I was so heartbroken. Anyway, it was a fun night. Bourbon flowed and, well, things got a tad out of hand afterward. We're getting together again Friday. Saturday was the best day I've had in a while now. It was well-deserved after the events of the last couple weeks. Homecoming was great, we drank some beers and met up with old friends. Drew's faux pas was actually kind of funny, but he was sympathetic once I corrected him that "No, actually, EB won't be moving home in December." We got a chance to go to the Sidetrack too, where we met up with Blondie and Porter. As always, it was fun times. Moreso for Josh, I'm sure, but I had fun as well. The show that night at Alvin's was the best. My voice is still hoarse from screaming PT's Revenge songs. We had a huge turnout and made a lot of money for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. I took some ...

It was a pretty uneventful weekend around these parts. 336 Main on Friday night was a blast, though. I love that bar, and my company made it that much better. Other than that, a little poker and a lot of work filled up my weekend. Pretty basic with the minimum of drunkenness. I needed it for the last couple weeks, but I think I'm done with it now. I'm so glad it only took this long.