I never talk to you // People Say that I should // I can pray everyday // For the moment to come

Once every 18 months I get sick. I don't know if it's a sex-linked genetic trait (I can tell you it'd be the first time I got a positive trait from the female half I'll tell ya that), luck, or sheer will but when I do it's ridiculous. So I started coming down with this sore/streap throat illness Sunday and despite throat spray, Dr. Pepper (the elixer for curing sore throat I decided) and Hall's strawberry cream throat drops (mmm....) it keeps coming. So I went hishin' in the closet and found Baun's Penicillin from K-Mart dated 5/9/99, so of course popping 2 of those gives me hives the size of Pittsburgh behind my ears for a few hours. So I haven't quite decided if I have a sensitivity to Penicillin or if Shannon has cursed me. She hasn't called back since that Wednesday night when she was at the airport and said "I'll call you when I get back." I'm going to call her tomorrow if my voice decides to show up to the party, I pray that we can keep things alive. Riddle me this: Isaacs' away message had a link about a man proposing to his lady at an NBA game on the court during halftime or something and it made me think, would you do that because you love b-ball like whoa, or because you thought there was a great chance that she would say no, so you want the leverage of all those people in the crowd pressuring her to say "Yes"? You know they always say "Yes" when it's like that, but why would you want to do that if you weren't sure that the person loved you back? Wouldn't you want a straight, unforced answer, I mean it's only marriage. I'm paranoid about thinking people are around me for some reason other than they like me, like they want something that I don't even know I have I don't know (aka I'll be dating 40 years before getting married because I won't understand what she sees in me/"I don't want to be part of a club that would have me as a member." ~Woody Allen). I was thinking about funny ways to "pop the question", like if I got my Brad Pitt 'Fight Club' on and spliced "____ will you marry me?" in the middle of the film for like 15 minutes, or if I faked my own death, and I had a friend bring her to the cemetery and you just see my hand come out of the plot holding the ring. That'd get a laugh. It made me think too about one of my "All Time Top 10 most uncomfortable moments in history": When Isaacs and I went to a Pistons game last year and at halftime they had 50 couples actually married by an ordained minister there. I think they were going for some world's record thing, but as each said their names the crowd there boo'd them one by one. I mean I expect my Mom to boo me when I get hitched and all, but still.