Today is NOT the greatest day I have ever known...

We had an intern leave today for various reasons; all of which were avoidable, which is probably the worst part. He was a great guy and wasn't given a fair shot. I'll keep it short and sweet...he was treated like shit, reacted in kind, and that just exacerbated things. I've heard the complaints since Week 1 - he really was not treated properly from the very beginning.
We had a great lunch at Nodding Head...rather...everyone had a great lunch besides me - I had some white beans and a pita...with a few beers...so yes, I did have a great lunch. It was just primarily liquid. Everyone enjoyed their burgers, which was wonderful, but I really wanted to save my MEAL of the day for JR at Ott's for our pitcher and fried mushroom dinner that we do on occasion.
Tomorrow we have some friends coming over for dinner and I was planning on making this crazy dinner but after writing a recipe down of a really easy pasta recipe, I decided to make that instead.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday, and I was very afraid to go because recently, every appointment I have had is to either have a checkup which resulting in the discovery of cavities or to actually have said cavities filled. Wasn't I pleasantly surprised when they cleaned my teeth, said they looked great and they could tell I have been flossing (awkward...haven't been flossing and rarely using Listerine). I was in a good mood because I was picking up pizza from Passariello's and JR was picking on a bottle of wine for us to enjoy. I was even FURTHER surprised when he said he picked up not a magnum of wine, but a BOX of Fish Eye Shiraz which is so tasty. We ate our pizza, watched some football, and I was off to bed.
I am very happy this weekend is here; this week was draining and today was especially sad.

muthafucka.

Boy, I am irritated today.

One more day!

Tomorrow we leave for The Chateau to celebrate our ONE YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! We are staying in the same suite we did on our wedding night and having dinner where we had our reception and going to a wine tasting and getting breakfast in bed and eating pizza at one of our favorite little Italian restaurants (meatball with fresh garlic mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) and we are going to have so much fun drinking champagne and eating cheese and lounging in the king size bed and enjoying the gigantic bottle of Moet that will be waiting for us after dinner with the box of chocolates from the local candy shop and tons of rose petals and a flat screen plasma TV and leather couches with mirrors on two sides and a bar and a whirlpool bath tub and...and...yeah that's what I am looking forward to!

Saul Williams

Trent Reznor produced his (Saul Williams') latest record so of course, he was pimping it. I gave it a few spins and it is really effing good, so I have been listening to "WTF" for the past 48 hours. Check it -

I’m fighting every war at once and I’m winning.
You can’t think of me like you did in the beginning…

By the time you hear this song you’ve gone wrong.
Caught in the labyrinths of time, in your mind.
Unlearn. Unwind. But, not to worry, there is no hurry.
“Come unto me”, says She. “You’ve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun. Come.”

Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.

I see evidence in how you hold your head.
And I see evidence in how you say what’s said.
I see it in your eyes, that you’ve been hypnotized.
“You’ve been polluted, uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun."

Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem - what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.
Bring yourself to be yourself.


The whole album is very good and I recommend it. I probably like WTF because it is Trent Reznor through the whole thing with Saul Williams saying, "What the fuck" in the background. Still good.

On another note, I met with a surgeon yesterday and the results were not that great; things are not working as they should. I honestly thought he would laugh me out of his office, and after I tried to tell him I was pretty good on Zelnorm, he said that he was sure that helps for the motility stuff, but basically when he was doing the tests on me, my body was doing the exact OPPOSITE of what it is supposed to do when one digests. Now on to the tests to find out why...

Zelnorm

So it really might happen. I really might be able to get back on the drug that brought me to within 95% of normality. Physically, not mentally before the jokes start.
Since the GI I was seeking down here is clearly not invested in making me feel better and his office staff is a bunch of wenches, I basically called my old doctor who is 1.5 hours away (worth the drive, now that I have tested the water down in Philly...) and said I was more comfortable with him and his method of treatment, i.e., medication versus eating spicy food and SURGERY.
I will consult with the surgeon and see what his thoughts are, but I really think he'll be like, "Thanks for the co-pay, but get out - you don't need surgery. You're just constipated." But I'm going, I'm going, I swear.
This weekend is our nine year anniversary of being together, and since we are throwing ourselves into the lap of luxury next week (more on that some other time), we are going to have a nice dinner on Friday at the little BYO I mentioned a few posts back. Well, very far back...probably like September-ish.
We're having dinner at my Dad's on Saturday and hosting JR's parents (his father this time) on Sunday for dinner. It will be a pretty laid back weekend with enough action not get bored. There is a co-op in our office who I am growing so fond of. I frequently talk/shout to myself and she always has a choice comment, i.e., Me - "Ahhh Britney Spears!" Her - "It's Britney bitch." She doesn't miss a beat. Today on Preston and Steve (local Philly rock morning show) there was a jeweler on talking about what he was donating to a slain police officer's foundation and all of a sudden, there was the sound of a train. Literally, randomly there was a "Choo chooooo" in the middle of this somber soliloquy and I nearly died because Preston asked completely deadpan "Why did a train sound just happen?" And with jeweler, Steven Singer just goes with and says, "Because I'm leaving bye!" or something like that - I was CRYING I was laughing so hard. I need to find that podcast...

STP

Holy shit have you ever SEEN the video for SexTypeThing by Stone Temple Pilots? HOT. Back to cleaning. Going to see the in-laws tomorrow which will be nice. Went to Ott's last night for a few pitchers which was nice. Tonight I am making homemade Monk burgers (from the restaurant Monk's in Philadelphia - burger, carmelized leeks, bleu cheese...fucking delicious) which will be nice. And that's about it.
www.monkscafe.com

Oh yes...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s3lmr09oVg

The spoon thing again...

I almost walked right into using the soup spoon that causes me to cut the sides of my mouth, but I realized as the spoon was approaching my lips what kind of spoon I was using, and due to some quick thinking, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a regular teaspoon and commenced enjoying my chicken broth.
Oh yes, it is also one of those liquid diet days because I think my guts are on fire.

First post of November! November is so much cooler than October! I simply don't like things that begin with the letter "O". Unless it is oysters...or orange juice...or...wow...not many tasty things begin with "O"...wait, favorite "O" ever is orgasm! Yowzah! Or OktoberFEST (it's the "k" and "fest" that set it so far apart from plain old October). Oh Jesus you should hear the sounds my organs are making over this damn soup.