Just had dinner and a drink with <a href="http://www.whatever-whenever.net/" target="_blank" class="bodytext">Jami</a>.  My ears are plugged, the noise is loud, I feel like a dork because I spent a good deal of the time talking about my head.  (<a href="http://www.ata.org/" target="_blank" class="bodytext">Tinnitus</a>)  Well, today was particularly bad hearingwise, I'm not sure why.  Could be what I've been eating (doc said to go and only eat things the hardness of scrambled eggs, which leaves out things like steak sandwiches which I had the other day).  I've slipped in taking care of myself, basically.  And I'm paying the price.  And I told her about it, and I feel like a dork.  Went to Simone's, where I'm becoming a regular (since I no longer go to Tribe) and had a chicken breast over greens salad.  Chicken breast was overcooked and thus made me feel like rockets were going off in my jaw.  Thrilled to get home and take some alleve, hope that in the morning the pain is down a bit, although doc says with flare ups like this it's 4-5 days before you see relief.  I really gotta get that mouth splint.<bR><br>
See, I did it again!  Talking about my head.<br><br>
Well, Jami does/did one of the most groundbreaking sites on the web right now,  <a href="http://www.jeffreywernick.com" target="_blank" class="bodytext">Jefferey Wernick</a>, ironically, speaking of the Soprano's as I was doing <a href="040101.php3" target="_blank" class="bodytext">yesterday</a>.  It's a site that's complementary to the show, and adds an extra layer of complexity to an already complicated show.  Very impressive.<br><br>
She's older than me, got her shit together, moving up.  I'm 25, don't seem to have it together, and realize now that it's ok, I'm _only_ 25, other than this ridiculous malady whatever the fuck it is, things are really damn good, I live a life I enjoy surrounded by the young and beautiful, most of my friends have disposable income, and life is just generally, well, good.<br><Br>
See?  That's not complaining.  Sometimes I need a night like tonight where I sit with someone slightly more successful than I am, but slightly older, too, and discuss the fact that nobody, not a first year lawyer at White and Case who is skipping the rotation to be an IP attorney immediate, not a 27 year old CEO of a failing startup, none of us have our shit together yet, we're young, and learning.  Good to know that it's ok.<br><Br>
Oh, and Jami, I'm not sure if you'll read this today or not, but thanks for the reality check.  Oh, and my ear popped when I got home, and the angels sang.<bR><br>
Before going to dinner with her, Morgan came over (and dammit, I forgot to get her picture for a cast photo) and we watched Charlie's Angels, and she gave me a massage.  Morgan's a saint.  I think that I fell asleep halfway through and woke up again later on, I'm not sure.  I know I was zoning in and out of consciousness, and I also know it was freakin' great.<br><br>  
One thing that I realized is that Lucy Liu is going to marry me. Really.<br><br>
Anyway, Morgan rocked today, she set my lousy mood and attitude on its head, relaxing me and giving me the opportunity to take many many deep breaths, things that i'd given up on about a month and a half ago.  Mind you, the ringing today is as bad as it was when it all started, so imagine my panic that
maybe it's getting worse.  Well, she just... soothed me.  Good movie, good massage, awwww, yeah.<br><br>
Time to take Jami's advice and get a job outside the home.  Would help relax me to be in a high stress environment.<br><br>
Which begs the question: <b>What defines success for you?</b><br><br>