Feeling much better

Well, here I am at the office, after having spent one day totally under the weather… boy that sure does sound like a swell way to say that my body was experiencing things that seemed at the time fairly unhuman.

Anyways, a great thing happened on the way to work though…

I was listening to my iPod in the car when it suddenly stopped working (I recently discovered it was because my foot knocked the cable loose… oh well) and it switched to the radio. Of course I was listening to Mix 105.1 because the songs that I grew up with are now making their way onto an “easy listening” station… yes it’s sad, but true. Well, as it would happen, as soon as the radio flicked on, I heard some of my favorite words… “Be caller number 10 and you could win.” I had no idea what I was trying to win, but I’ll be darned if I’m going to give up an opportunity for a free gift basket from Bath & Body Works or some other illustrious prize such as that (as a side note, I absolutely abhor Bath & Body Works… just clearing that up). Well, wouldn’t you know it, that I was caller number 10? It was great, I was so excited that I really didn’t care immediately what I had won. I only cared that I had won. Of course, this brought back memories of the last time I had won something from the radio. It was a 4-pack of tickets to see flightplan… which I didn’t even get to see because the theatre was full. I know, I know, that doesn’t even make sense. You’re preaching to the chior on that one. Well, to make a long story longer, I actually won a spot on “Fact or Fiction,” the morning show’s little version of a game show. I was pitted against none other than the reigning champion from the previous day. What was a stake? That’s right, twenty bucks and all the glory associated with winning a small time game show. Of course my name was mispronounced during the introduction (now I’m Josh O’Boldman… top of the mornin’ to ye), but that did not deter me from seeking the gold. I was impeccable, I was flawless (well, unless you count the question that I got wrong), I got two out of three. I was very excited, but now it was all up to the defending champion. She was vicious, she was ruthless, she was a nurse from Oveido. When it came to crunch time, this so called practitioner of modern medicine came up short, only answering one out of three correctly. I was the victor. I now reign supreme. Go ahead, you may bow if you wish (or not, as supreme reigning champion, I hereby give you the choice). And then of course, when asked if I would be willing to put it all on the line and play again tomorrow, my triumphant voice bellowed out “sure, why not?”

Noble? Yes.
Heroic? Absolutely.
Am I now the role model of countless starving children in Cambodia? Probably not (at least until I win tommorrow).

So far, I have only been awake for 3 hours, and this has been the course of my day. Should the rest of the day prove befitting of my morning, I will be one happy Josh O’Boldman.