The stuff dreams are made of...

- I've had this low grade cold for the last couple of days. I played it off for the weekend and just dealt with it. It's been more of a nuisance than anything. Last night I was finally able to take advantage of it, and took the stuff that dreams are made of. Nyquil. I absolutely. Love. Nyquil. It's heroine for those of us who used to get high all the time, but are now drug free. For the record, I never did heroine...

But I really think the people who make Nyquil should get some special priviledges in life. Maybe we could let them drive in the car pool lane or go to the front of the line at the grocery store. Something special for a special group of people that I just want to hug and lick and hump. I love you Nyquil maker people.

- *note to self - do not eat Taco Bell for lunch today. Please.

- I just got Mason Jennings new album, Boneclouds, in the mail yesterday. I even splurged and got the package that included the Be Here Now single, signed by Mason Jennings. I'm always leery about getting things the mail that are supposedly signed by someone famous. If you don't see them sign it, how do you know they really did? Oh well. The album is good, but I really like his live stuff better. I have only briefly listened, but so far no harmonica which is a bummer. A lot of piano though.

- Welcome back Lulu.

- The past weekend was a good time. The hot wife and I went to Wisconsin Dells for a little R and R. It was holy shit hot! Some highlights included winning $160 playing slots at the casino, sucking up the golf course and sleeping on the world's most uncomfortable couch bed.

I really wanted to play poker in the casino, but I admit I have no idea how casinos work. There was a poker room, but it was roped off and I knew if I crossed that line I would be immediately tackled by some overweight Indian casion workers. 90% of the Indians working in casinos are over 100 years old or vastly overweight. Strange. Anyways, how the hell do you get into the secret poker rooms at casinos? I really hate playing slots, but it just so happened to work out this weekend and I won. I don't really like winning at slots either. You always feel like as soon as you stand up, you're getting whacked from behind. The stares you get are uncomfortable to say the least...

Golf. Oh you whore, golf. This is how I always play golf... Start bad. Get a little better. Take a dive. Get pissed. Get worse. Get a little better. Finish. I guess I play golf a lot like I have sex. Inconsistent at best...

- The weather in Wisconsin is fun. It's either holy shit cold, holy shit hot or raining. Those are the three seasons, cold, hot and raining.

- I'm done.

Nick