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Life is only what you wonder.

Tuesday, December 09, 2003


After my rough weekend I feel like a dishrag that's been wrung out too much.
I can't just sit on my ass, though. We've got company coming over this afternoon, so I have to tidy up the apartment some.
Is it cheating to throw everything in the closets or down the basement stairs? I don't feel much like doing anything today.
I went out to The Quest last night after my long day of working. I made excellent money, so I was happy about that.
Glug, glug, glug.
After 3 bourbon and Cokes I was feeling right as rain.
Alchohol--the great equalizer.
A couple at the bar last night was having a "lover's quarrel"-- in the middle of the bar at the loudest sound level imaginable, so I wasn't keen on staying too much longer than I did. I talked to Terry for a little bit, and then I left. There were too many dramatics going on.
I make it a point never to get involved in public theatrics like that myself. It's way too embarassing.

The holiday party at work is December 19th and I still haven't bought my Secret Santa gift yet! Why do I always wait 'til the last minute? I still don't have a clue what to get this guy!
Someone suggested "get him something you'd like for yourself".
I'm sure Big Mike (who's straight, by the way) would just love a Hunk-A-Day wall calendar!
I'll be sure to let you know what I come up with.