I have been sick the last few weeks.  I had a sinus infection that I just did my best to ignore because of my lack of time to really do anything else about it.  There were several straight nights that I used night-quil to help me have a chance of going to sleep and staying asleep.  I finally started to feel a little better so I attempted to go a night without the drugs, and what happened?  I couldn’t go to sleep.

I ended up on facebook and started typing in names of people that I know that may be on facebook.  That got old after a while, so I began typing names of old friends that I either lost contact with or did something to blow the relationship. 

It was great.  I found my old youth pastor, an old roommate, and I even found my nephew on there (I don’t know why we weren’t friends months ago).  I sent them all requests and included a nice message to tell them how much they meant to me and that I hoped they were doing well.  I got messages back from most of them… which is great, maybe our lost relationships were just as troubling to them as it was to me. 

I finally came across an old friend from middle school- Jeremy.  He was this crazy kid that I became really fast friends with.  We watched a ton of SNL and really aspired to be Adam Sandler or Chris Farley.  We would make up characters and then try our best to get on the radio making some kind of awful request.  I think at one point we determined to make a cd of songs about cheesefries (you should hear our version of Sheryl Crow’s “All I Want To Do”.  We really wanted to carve out our own slice of celebrity. 

When I first found him, I wasn’t sure if it was the same guy… he looked really trendy in this retro athletic outfit (complete with a sweatband), which seemed like it could be him.  But he lived in New York and of course I couldn’t read any of his profile.  The only lucky thing was that I could view his friends.  Enough friends from Milwaukee (and his sister) convinced me that it actually was Jeremy.  A good majority of his friends worked at MTV. 

My mind started to wander about Jeremy’s potential occupation.  Whether he works for MTV, or is a musican, maybe he’s a writer for SNL… who knows.  I didn’t request him.  Instead I imagined all these great creative careers that he might have.  And the result was disappointment in my current career and inability to do anything creative outside of hunting down a customer who is impossible to contact, hasn’t paid any money in weeks, and taking my “asset” back (my big accomplishment of the day). 

I am starting to lose my ability to dream that I am going to be a soccer player or a tv star when I grow up.  I am sure everyone goes through this… I guess I am finally an adult.  Shouldn’t I at least get a Bar Mitzvah party or something?? 

Better yet… Does anyone want to help me produce a Jaydogg movie??