For some reason, something reminded me of all three of these guys today.

(starting from the left)
- Bradley because, well, he e-mailed me...
- Chris, I've gotta figure out what I'm going to perform in his wedding.
- Will because I saw this kid running around on the street today with an abnormally deep laugh (kind of scary actually) and that made me think of Will's crazy-mad baritone voice.
- Me, because I saw another large headed Korean fellow on the subway. Hair not nearly as gelled as mine, mind you.

Ahh, memories of yore. The trip to San Destin when this picture was taken was a barrel of laughs. Anyone remember Flubby?? OH yes... Flubby.

I'm a Dapper Dan man. Or so my half-drunk on NyQuil status makes me think. That foolish comment aside I came across this tie today. I appreciate a good necktie and one that can hold an iPod Nano (of which I do not own) becomes even more compelling to me. The tie is a Thomas Pink (a clothier of British heritage) one and I'm a big fan of their accoutrement. Anyway, the whole shinnanigan is something I'm a fan of... not because it will probably set me back $75+ dollars for the necktie and $150 for the iPod Nano but because combined together I can spend $225 for something that will undoubtedly make my morning commute that much easier. If you know me well then you will know I hate, with the passionate fury of a thousand suns, any item in my pocket. Nearly equal to my hatred of clammy/dirty hands (nod to you Dusty).

This tie. Should I get it? No... I... I... really shouldn't... I really... really... OOOOOHHHH KAAAAY!

(in the tune of 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head')

What's the best thing that can happen to you when you're sick, sleeping, and groggy on NyQuil?

Getting a phone call at 1:30am, tripping as you get out of bed, hitting your desk, and having a metal lamp fall on your head/shoulder. My (Super Bowl) XL sized head fared fine but my shoulder was slightly lacerated. I'll refrain from pix.

Much cursing ensued.

No it's not a new self-help book though I can think of at least a dozen self-help tips I would give myself (and not heed). Like:

- Eric, 8 coffees isn't going to help anyone.
- Eric, you don't always have to tivo the shows... you know you can just 'watch' them.
- Eric, seriously... get ritalin or adderall - you're o.c.d-a.d.d.'ness is getting out of hand.

I just had chicken noodle soup as a late lunch and it put my aching throat into pure bliss.

Back to work...

p.s. Here's an afternoon diversion: (15 min movie... "Yellow Fever")

Some have weekends, I have sickends. I think I've come down with some fine mixture of the flu, meningitis, pulmonary edema and the consumption. My voice has deterioriated to a Sam Elliot-like level. Can't say I don't mind it... too bad I can't talk more than 2 minutes before wanting to pass out. Sorry for the lack of posts.

Not to mention... I know this week's going to be rough. Makes me that much happier whichever president signed doctrine to combine Lincoln and Washington's b-days and celebrate it with one federal holiday. Cheers to you bub.