You'd think someone as intelligent as me would have figured that in the heat of Chicago's summer, there's a good chance that I'd be melting in my tiny studio apartment. Holy horseshit it's out of control. At least 85 degrees at all times. Unfortunately, the past two months have been less than stellar, with my commissions coming in at around 40% of what they should be...kind of frustrating considering that I've been making my quota. Needless to say, a window AC unit will find its way into my possession very soon or I may lose another 15 pounds before I have my 2nd knee surgery in 4 months. July 27th is the date. I'm planning on a 4 month recovery, if Carson Palmer can do it; so can I.
In other news, I realize how important my friends that are still in Indy are to me. Phil was in this weekend...seen here being drunk with me at the Cubs game. It reminded me of how vital your friends can be in staying sane. I need to work on finding some friends that invoke this kind of attitude out of me in Chicago. Either that or I'll find a big house and we'll start a Chicago/young guys based Old School.
