AUTHOR: Drew Bryden DATE: 6/11/2004 10:11:37 PM ----- BODY: It doesn't get much more dull than this. If you have chosen to read here expecting some sort of self-revealing excitement, you have tread the wrong path. I have spent the past several days in my own little spring time cold hell. The laryngitis has slowly abated, but the nights of impossible rest have continued. I have grown dependent on Nyquil... never thought I would sink to such depths. Five hours after the recommended six hour dose, and my lungs and throat are screaming (hacking really) for more of the Nyquil nectar. I HATE COUGH SYRUP! I am not used to having my life so dominated by physical problems. Enough with the health issues!

Tonight I went on a date of sorts. I never thought I would be seeking dates through the online arena, but here I am. Happily, I can say that my first such experience was a positive one, and that I met a perfectly nice, normal person. I won't go into details for reasons already stated. No self-revealing excitement in this blog... remember? I'll just leave it that I was astounded at her intelligence and her beauty, and was quite honestly left feeling wholly inadequate. I can't picture what she might find of interest in me, but she is living the life I have always envisioned for myself (but never had the balls to pursue). I can only hope we will get together again. The date was fun, and aside from the later feelings of inadequacy, I felt comfortable around her.

I am anxious to get out and get active again! I have a new bicycle calling my name. I have not gotten to ride it yet, and the anticipation is killing me. This may sound creepy to say about a bike, but it is similar to the anxiety of the first date. That first ride is something to look forward to. That health issues are interfering is unacceptable to me. Tomorrow is another day. I may be riding with a Camelbak spiked with Nyquil.

On a positive note: while stuck driving to work in my poor health I caught sight of more fellow cyclists out and about. Yesterday on the ride home, I spotted one of these walking his bicycle, so turned around to check on him. Sure enough, he had a flat and had forgotten his spare. I swung him by my work to grab a patch. Unfortunately the patch did not do the trick, so I gave him a ride to his house. What a gorgeous spot this guy had for himself at his home. Aside from the good feeling of rescuing this guy, I was left with the image of his beautiful home tucked away from it all. It is nice to know such places are still available here on Cape Cod. It gave me the drive to keep saving as I have been, so I might be so lucky to carve out an equal home for myself somewhere.

Tomorrow is another day... tonight, I hope to get a normal, uninterrupted stretch of sleep. -------- AUTHOR: Drew Bryden DATE: 6/7/2004 09:09:31 PM ----- BODY: Not much to say today, although what I do have to say must be written...
As an update to yesterday's "I gotta cold" whine, the cold has now developed into full fledged laryngitis! I am not sure how I am going to handle the work situation tomorrow if this has not changed. My job depends on my ability to communicate on the phone. Perhaps my customers can adapt to a crash course in grunts and push tones. One grunt would mean "yes," two grunts "no," a short tone "good morning/afternoon," a long tone "good bye," and I could adapt series of push tones to symbolize dollar values and prices. A "click" and a dial tone would mean "we have a failure to communicate, please call back again."

I don't think this is going to work very well (as fun as it all sounds). We will see what tomorrow brings. -------- AUTHOR: Drew Bryden DATE: 6/6/2004 05:56:06 PM ----- BODY: After patting myself on the back for successfully avoiding the chest cold making the rounds at work, I was hit with it this weekend. Blahhhhrrrghhh! Why is it that I never get sick during the work week, but only when I have down time (weekends and vacations). One solution might be to never take time off... that will never happen. I hope I can shake this thing quickly. --------