First off, and I can't stress this enough, playing on a bill with four bands, where you don't get to use your own drums, is what my roommate likes to call "the big suck." The Lindsie show on Wednesday wore me down, but some of that may have been the onset of what PR people in professional sports like to call "flu-like symptoms." Last night, in particular, I could feel the cold forming in the back of my throat, and hopefully I'll be able to drown it in DayQuil before it can do any serious damage.

Then there's what my parents would undoubtedly like to call "what are you doing with your life?" The job prospects are actually looking up right now, as I had a good interview with a major research supplier out in Rosemont yesterday, and have another coming up shortly. One guy ran me through a gauntlet of multivariate stat questions, and while I felt a little rusty, I think I showed that I at least know what's going on. Meanwhile, I'm about a week or so away from an individual insurance policy, which, on some level, is a tacit admission of not having a real job. And I'm considering taking on a fourth band. So I'm being considerably schizophrenic right now, but, as in most things, I like to call that "keeping my options open."

Overall, I think it's been a good week, mostly because things are happening on all the major fronts: jobs, music, people, soccer. Had another strong game Tuesday night, although once again, in a losing effort. The important thing is that I didn't get sore Wednesday, which has been the case for the last two weeks or so. Between that and the less pronounced problems with my eyes drying out, I think that taking more care to stay hydrated while playing is making a huge difference.