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Monday, July 01, 2002
Had another good shit this morning.
In less plesant news, I called Dr. Al this morning for my test results from a month ago. It appears that the good Dr. does not want to discuss the findings over the phone. Rather I have to go to his office tomorrow to find out the results. And no apparent hints to help ease the tension. Pass the tequila, I know it's a tumor.
Seriously. Where's the booze?
In much lighter news I may get some time off from the P and make it up to the parent's camp in MI. Sun, surf and suds. The American Way. Speaking (kind of) of celebrating the 4th, a pre-emptive Happy Birthday to A. Lo. Please keep in mind that the P is closed on the 4th and possibly the 8th as well. Hey, even bartenders need some time off. It's not like we ever have fun at our jobs and get to sit around and talk and drink every once in a while and... oh wait... Actually, it's a lot like that. My bad.
"You don't like your job, you don't strike. You just go in and do it really half-ass. That's the American Way."
Craig @ 11:26 AM
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