No, it’s really the same day all over again. I wake up and still hear the ringing in my ears, I’m still tired and now I believe I’m constipated. The ringing is still giving me a headache. You’d think the extra space in my head where my brain used to be would relive the pressure. Tired still. I slept for like 2000hrs last night and yet I still can’t move my legs. And let’s talk about what happens to pagans who don’t give proper offerings at the porcelain throne. Maybe I’m just too tired to literally give a shit.

Now it’s time for breakfast. They have a nice buffet. Of course with all my pickiness and food issues, I only found I wanted eggs and bacon anyway. Well, this buffet was expensive so how do I get my money’s worth? Well, that much fatty, cholesterol-filled meat is not good. Thus, I believe I became an honorary Chickenmanusa.com van driver.

And still, I couldn’t shit. But that’s ok because I’m also bored shitless (so they cancel out). This meeting is dragging. I did get free lunch but we’re already 30minutes behind and they’ve planned extra crap at the end now too. If this keeps up, how can I ever get out in time to go play disc golf?!

Well, finally it did end and I did go play disc golf. A nice warm day, open fields and few people on the course. Man, I was humming those discs. Playing 2 discs per hole usually gets you more practice and your second disc the better shot – but it also makes you distracted. Which means you forget exactly where you threw one of them into the woods. And thus the 20mintues searches on every hole. Ugh.

Luckily I did not lose a disc and managed to finish the course before the crowds got there. I had no great saving throws or putts, but I did play from the pro tees which here was usually more challenging in placement and distance. So I finished with a solid, if unspectacular round. The key? I was getting paid to do this.

Time to shop. I hit the mall and found some interesting things. After that, the traditional stop at Hooters (it’s just fun to know work pays for that), where it was more amusing since a good female friend of mine called me there (and who is definitely opposed to the Hooters concept).

My headache was finally gone and I thought I could hear, but I was now not in a good mood (part of a separate storyline not told here). I couldn’t finish dinner but I took it back to the hotel room and laid down. I called some friends back home but most were out. So I fell asleep for a quick nap.

Bad idea. This means I would be awake and restless. Ugh. Well, that could only mean one thing – time to hit the strip club. Amusing. Not your typical adjective for this kind of place, but surely the best one here. I won’t go into details, but I’d never seen a beer can used like that before.