CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

Hey. My appetite is gone. It's amazing. A miracle. I can NOT believe it. I am simply not hungry, and when I am and I eat, I barely get started before I'm stuffed. This is the fucking best thing that's ever happened to me.

Some of you may remember that I used to eat a 1/2 lb. burger and fries and still go foraging from other people's plates. Now I can barely eat 1/2 of the burger and a few fries. This has been going on for more than a week. Today I was hungry and ate a small piece of bread at work and it ruined my appetite for lunch. And I had only had an apple for breakfast, and that only b/c I thought I should.

I think it's stress because of my dad's health, etc, but normally that would make me pig out. Let's hope this continues.

So here's the story about how Sayjal and the movie.

So once upon a time Heidi told me about these auditions for this indy movie she was helping cast and so I went and they thought I was funny and cast me and I shot it last summer. The director was kind of weird and they kind of swindled me since she (the director) told me I was going to get paid but I ain't seen no check yet... I've never seen the finished product but I think Heidi is planning on trying to go to the premiere in LA in Feb, apparently it got accepted to some sort of big deal (but not so big deal that I can remember the name) film festival...I'm not sure the details. I'm only in it for like 5 minutes but it's the funniest 5 minutes of the movie I'm sure.

Ok, I'm off to a party.

I watched people ice skating tonight and got all xmas squishy. Whee!

Jesus, I'm old. Or else I'm curmudgeonly. Nice people and free booze are no longer enough to keep me from going home. Maybe I need a good DJ? I don't know.

Anyway, yeah. I'm no good at parties. I used to say that I was ok at smaller gatherings with just close friends, but even then I apparently end up yelling at people. Truth be told, I'm really bad with with people. People, as a rule, cannot stand me. And so... I leave parties before I do things like start talking to people I don't know. That won't end well.

Grr. I don't want this to sound like self pity. It's all so ugly.

And shit, how am I home so early from such a party?

I need to do that about ten more times and I should be back to normal.

I feel like when I'm done with law school I'm going to be a totally different, relaxed, normal person and then I'll have to make friends with everybody all over again.

roommate has pseudo-girlfriend who is professional chef. this morn she has gone away for xmas. so i have half a lovely boozy bday cake to eat for breakfast because roomie's pseudo-gf is totally in LUV with her and does stuff like making nice cakes.

i don't handle booze well but it seems baked enough that it's not totally doing me in. joy to the world.

damn, i'm sleepy though.

Now I'm hungry for guacamole, have no milk, and am writing about it on the fucking internet. It's not really a good way to spend a weekend morning.

I think Jenny, Julia, Laurel, Jordan and Sarah will like it. Jeff and Kenan probably won't.

For anyone who is watching it and not finding it amusing, hold on until 2:50.

I came upon this video in an odd way: through the Chicago Diner's website.

I want to be an oinker.

Also that drumming video that Dan posted upthread is brilliant.

Tonight I am seeing country artist Dale Watson, because a friend's band is opening up.

I can't stop watching it. The "Oh" gets me every time.

Tonight at work, the unthinkable happened. It was something straight out of a serving nightmare, though I have never experienced this particular scenario in an actual waiter nightmare. Anyway, I gave a guest another guest's credit card. And he left with it. I have never done anything like that before. Earlier in the week a bartender did the same thing. It was AWFUL and I was rattled for the rest of the night.

Hey. Go contribute to my fucking thread.

None. The guy was the father of a regular bar guest--a really nice girl from from the building, Le0 Burne77 I think. On one hand a mitigating factor, on the other hand something that made it so much worse! He called and cancelled his card. The manager slapped his forhead and I made myself scarce.

And then tonight was so. fuuucking. bad. We had a gross "Detroit ghetto" party of 25 who insisted on seperate checks-- which we simply never ever ever do. They told the manager that I had agreed to this and he fucking capitulated. I had to ignore stop taking tables, and spend 45 minutes processing their checks (for a fucking lousy $800 for 25 people) while one guy kept interrupting and harping because their limo had been waiting outside the whole time.

Anyway, I felt like I was back at Ganache and I had a very shitty night, with even shittier money.

I no longer want to be a waiter at all, but for fuck's sake, if I am, I'm supposed to be in a "professional" setting here and I would like to have some of the perks.

Who the fuck does this?

http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPH/249741~Oscar-De-La-Hoya-Posters.jpg

http://members.tripod.com/miguelburgos_1/oscar_de_la_hoya.jpg

Did you know he has been a recording artist? I'm afraid to investigate this.

Oscar talks. He is actually more articulate that I thought he would be.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YoyNxoyhms0

oscartalkshe'smorearticulatethanihogua;hioewr;wgan;egivnaweg;iohwg'3w98h23

Goddammit. Old news, but this makes me mad because it slightly dissapates my disgust towards Madonna.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=1dmVU08zVpA