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Friday, January 14, 2005
So in some sort of savant like stupor, I hit a random set of keys while trying to turn the channel on the tv and continue to type at the same time and I deleted my whole post. I don't know how it happened, but I think the shift key was involved. And that's never good. So here we go again.
New Year's Eve. Once again, it was a night to remember. There was dancing, and champagne. Oh the champagne. And oh the humanity. There was a very different crowd in that night, but some things (coffee filter yamakas) will never change. We were open late, and after cleaning, I made it home at 6 am. Then it was up and to Menard's at noon to work until 6. Then home for a shower, change and a meal, then back to the bar to work. It was slow so I could have been done early, but it was so icy that I slept on a couch (how icy? the cabs stopped running in oshkosh) and made it home at 9am. Which meant that I had two hours to sleep, shower, change and eat and then make it to Menard's to work. Yeah 2005!
Is it sad that I'm posting on the 14th about shit that happened two weeks ago? Maybe.
Then I took the tree out today. I may have made a tactical mistake in not watering the fucker for the last two and a half weeks. I'm just saying there was roughly two inches of needles on the tree skirt. And the skeleton of a tree that's sitting on my curb waiting for the trash looks comical to say the least. But what are you going to do? Shit or go blind.
On the other hand, you have five fingers.
Many of you may not know this, but I enjoy graffiti. And the P has had some good scribblings lately. My favorite? Some had taken the time to write "LUV (picture of drawn heart inserted) IS THE ANSWER" to which someone added "YOU FUCK STICK". I'm not at all sure why, but that makes me laugh.
Finally, we were sitting around watching the Packer/Minnesota game, and my dad (who had fallen asleep on the couch) spilled his glass of wine down the back of my mom's shirt. That alone made me laugh, but to help out I loaned her a t-shirt. I don't care who you are, that's funny.
Fucking funny.
Craig @ 9:21 AM
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