I was on time for work TWICE this week. Not something I'm proud of, but I have worked out every day so far. At least something is good.

I have my doubts if I will ever make the 6 am flight out of O'Hare. Do you have any idea how early 6 am is? You gotta get to sleep at like 7 pm on SATURDAY to wake up in time to catch that shit for a MONDAY morning. Because, seriously? Waking up HOURS before the day star is NOT GOOD FUCKING TIMES.

'Course, I like getting to work at noon, even if my boss doesn't like it when I do. Oh well.

Going to look at yet another craigslist found room tonight. Hopefully its nice enough because I don't have a hotel room booked for next week yet. The next hope is that I have it for more then a week like Tucson. Of course, if it isn't awesome, I'm certain I'll be there forever. FOR-EV-ER!

ChiSox pulled one out last night by the laces of a catchers mitt. I still say that's the right call. Screw you Angel hippies. Screw you AND your crying.

EDIT: New commenting system. All old comments were lost. Sorry 'bout that. I didn't feel like screwing around with a bunch of code I don't have time to write to repopulate all the old comments. However, you are welcome to go through the archives and re-comment on the old posts. I promise to respond if you do.

I have never had a self-esteem problem/
I just self-hate a lot.
- posted by Pat @ 10:50 AM