I think I may have the stomach flu. It's been going around at work. It's always hard for me to tell if I have the flu or not because I already have Crohn's Disease. I did throw up Friday morning when I was getting ready for work (vomiting is especially fun when you're recently had surgery in your throat), and was then so nauseous that day that I eventually went home early. I was supposed to meet a friend in the OC today for lunch and to pick up Season 2 of The Shield to watch. (Season 1 was awesome! If you haven't watched this show, you MUST). Unfortunately, I think I will be taking Wally to the vet instead as he is most definitely NOT better. I feel horrible for him. First, I drag him into surgery and he doesn't know what's going on, and now his tummy is all upset and he won't eat.

On a different note, I bought a new car yesterday. Well, I bought a Certified Pre-Owned, which is a new thing for me. I've been buying new cars since I was 18. I had my share of used ones as a teenager, and once I no longer had my father at my constant disposal to fix them, I decided I should really buy ones that I knew would work. At any rate, I wasn't planning on buying a car yesterday. I've been driving a Volvo S60 for 4 years and have absolutely loved it. If it was up to me, I would have driven it forever. I've never had a single problem with it. But here's the problem. Wally doesn't fit in that sedan so well, and he never has. The back seats lay down, but not completely flat. The back is then opened up to the trunk. What happens is that Wally gets in the back and over time, slides into the trunk. You wouldn't even know he was in the car if you walked by. And he doesn't really LIKE the ride, so while I'm driving, I can hear him breathing heavily, and I look over my shoulder to see his legs splayed out and him trying to hold on for dear life, way back in the trunk. Over the years, his presence in the trunk has worn down the bottom of it, so sometimes he is panting and laying on top of the spare tire, and all the while, my trunk is absolutely coated in white dog hair.

For a couple of years, I've been checking out SUVs so Wally would have more room, but I was too upside down in my car. I actually still am, but the dealership was able to help me cover some of that cost and got me into a 2004 Volvo XC90. It is awesome! I love Volvos, and this one drives just like my car did, not like a truck. When I brought it home yesterday, I brought Wally down to check it out. I opened up the back and he hopped right up. I got him down to chase after the ball, and next thing I knew, he had climbed back up again. He was sitting there, tail wagging, wanting to go for a ride. I said, "I hope you like it, buddy. I got it for you." (Dad - I didn't get the BMW because it wasn't as nice).

Once I chose the artist for song of the day, it was really hard to pick just one song. I forgot how many hits they had. I'm talking about Hall & Oates, and for today, I've picked "Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid" from their 1984 release Big Bam Boom. I was looking them up on the internet and simply forgot the plethora of singles they had. I liked these guys when I was a young kid and they played them at the roller rink, and then listened as their sound matured into the late 80s. I've always loved the sound of Daryl Hall's voice, though to this day, I'm still trying to figure out what it is John Oates and his porn-stache did for the duo. I assume he shared song writing responsibilities, but so do a lot of guys, and Elton John was never John & Taupin, you know?