I know how sucky my work day is because of who is on talk radio 97.1 when I leave work. If it's Tom Leykis, work was awesome, and I'm leaving with a solid 8 hr day under my belt. I usually give the show a listen until the first time Leykis interrupts a one of his cultish white-trash call-in followers before slapping the radio off in disgust at his inability to argue with someone he can't use a mute button on. If I get out and Tim Conway Jr. is on, it means that my day was normal and I got to see no post-noon sunlight. Tim Conway Jr. has nothing interesting to say himself so usually fills up his show with callers who have nothing interesting to say. But Jr. has such a deep soft voice, and generally seems like a nice guy, so I indifferently listen to his soothing prattle on my short drive home. If I have a late, late night at work, I am subjected to the whines of John and Jeff at Night. The whiny male duo that is so mediocre, I actually have almost no opinion about them. Of course, except the fact that they whiiiiiiiiiine. But regardless of who is on, my evening talk radio is a STAPLE part of my weekday. That is until last Friday when 97.1 laid off all their talk-show hosts and turned 97.1 into a music station.

WWWHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Now, I can do with out Tom Lykis, and I can do without John and Jeff, my ears will truly miss the soft droning of Tim Conway Jr, But one thing I cannot live without is my Adam Carolla. I listen to Adam Carolla religiously. I listen to him when I get up in the morning. I listen to him on my drive to work. I listen to his podcasts at work while I code. I listen to his podcasts when I go to the gym. I listen to his podcasts when I go on my long training runs.  This guy is seriously THE most interesting and talented comedian alive and ever alive EVER.  And thank god someone recognized this and put him on the radio to complain about the world for four hours a day every weekday morning for the last three years. BUT Then someone took the trio of him, and the genius Bald Brian, and the brainless Teresa Strasser out of my life. And I hate you person who works for CBS, and I hate you CBS.

I heard the news on the way into work on Thursday. The last day of my Dearly Beloved was on Friday. So Sad and So Sudden and So Wrong. It's times like these that make me wonder if there is a God and why would an almighty God wreak such tragedy on such an unsuspecting world.  Where the hell will I get my news now?

One day almost a month ago, I woke up with a hangover. It happens. But this time was different. Way different. All I could think about was orange juice. Like one of those vampires who wakes up with blood lust from a millennia of dead person sleep, and I was all, "Orange Juice, Yummy." Then I was all, "I hate Orange Juice, Gross." But then I was in the car on magnetically on my way to the McDonalds to grab a drink of something I don't like. Aaaaaaaand. It was just the best thing I ever tasted.

Here I am a month later, the only thing in my fridge at the moment are three different versions of orange juice containers. I have a half gallon container, 8 little to-go Orange Juiceees, and some uber spiritual organic orange juice. I will wake up in the middle of the night on my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass. In addition, for weeks, I've been taking coffee breaks with people from work and spending 4.00 on Starbucks orange juice instead of the once popular White Mocha. People are all, "why, are you spending 4.00 on OJ", and I'm all, "I'm spending 4.00 on Something in this place, and Orange Juice isa isa sooooo Yummy."  Additionally, I've decided that the tapeworm can not be allowed to get scurvy. Just being a good host is all.

Ginger After Night of Drinking