"The Chink is right: Life is essentially playful. Of course, it plays a bit rough at times."

it is a good thing i enjoy wrestling because this whole week has been like a giant head lock. i'm serious... even my left eye keeps twitching. and there is no end in sight.

on monday evening i had work, guard and then i helped a good friend of mine house sit for his parents in potomac. that was glorious, but only involved 2 hours of sleep. tuesday work continued normally until the afternoon. then... the short version of the story involves me having a run in with the big boss lady and me being sent home 2 hours early. yeah.

after a shitty commute home, i napped for 45 min and then headed out to baltimore to scout a band and a boy at J. Patrick's Irish Pub. This proved to be very entertaining. I met and talked with an old irish lad named Pat (no relation to the bar). I'll tell you there is nothing more interesting then listening to a drunk old man tell his tales. Of course, it got less interesting when he went from story telling to hitting on lizzing. but the night was great, the pub is awesome, and i only spent $5. definitely going there again.

yesterday i started work again, this time on 5 hours of sleep. karma loves me, we know this... so after my incident yesterday i fucked up everything i touched all morning. thank god i only had a half day. after that i headed over to guard early for a meeting with the band director. got our account open and ordered a lot of equipment. practice went really well (as always) and then i somehow ended up at his house. and after an hour and a half drive home at midnight in the pouring rain... i crashed into my bed dreaming of that first kiss.

yep... you heard right.

so on my 4 hours of sleep from last night... after i get off of work he and i are going to the caps game.

oh the drama of it all.

then on friday after work, pops and i are going out for lunch/early dinner and i shall head over to CP for a power hour and evening of kia goodness. hopefully marib will join me if she is feeling better. then saturday i hafta get new tires and head home to get the xmas tree. then the moms my brah and i will waltz on over to the staff xmas party.

keep your fingers crossed for me. some prayers would rock too. i'll leave you with some of my irish friend's wise words:

"Now I don't mean to get sentimental... but sometimes I wish I could hold her. Just one more time. I know it sounds wacky, but when I go to sleep... I can still feel her up against my back. I pretend she is still in bed with me. She always said I kept her warm.

"Woman, get me my fiddle!

"Oh, I'd love to hear your stories. What kind of stories? With a pretty girl like you... I want to hear your love stories.

"It doesn't matter if you listen to any other thing i say. Just this. Make sure that you do what you want-when you want."