This is what the doctor called my stomach ache that woke me up on Monday morning at 4am and kept me biting my lip and bending over in pain for about a day. It's basically just a stomach ache for the intestine, caused by poor eating habits (weird wedding chicken, wine, beer, roast beef, popcorn, pizza). Nonetheless, I decided to head back to Crystal Lake to get it checked out. I was told to eat blandly for a couple of days and I should be fine so throw away your kidney stone and appendicitis theories.
So how have I been passing my time? Well, splendidly, if I do say so myself. I never realized how much working odd hours can negatively affect the body, as I have spent the past day and half completely vegging out. From sipping on ginger ale, to putting a clinic on for my sister in Wii baseball, to creating sweet melodies on the drum set; I haven't wasted a second of this free time that has become so much more sacred since I've entered into the 40 hours a week work force this summer.
I'm heading back to Naperville tomorrow as I head into another week of pouring Coolatas at city festivals and Snoop Dogg concerts. There is a light at the end of the tunnel this month, as a trip to North Carolina (one of the 30 states I have not visited or driven through in 21 years) with Corinne and her parents is scheduled for the Friday after next. I'm set to meet her eccentric uncle who decided to go to U.S. war prison instead of going back to Vietnam - I'm intrigued. I was told he's a jokester.
I wish I could finish with some witty comment that references an earlier sentence and brings a theme to these words, but the 5 hour All-Star game is still going on and I'm intrigued to see how the managers attempt to avoid the problem that plagued them just six years ago.
Random fact about Austin: I've been to an All-Star game.
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