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Thursday, May 03, 2007
So here's the thing. It's not that I hate you all, and that's why I haven't posted. No, it's more the fact that the last time I tried to post, I discovered I had to create a google account, and then there were more passwords, and at the time, I just didn't have it in me. For Pete's sake, when I'm ready to post (once a month), I get ready and go do it. Needless to say, the extra steps last time were not going to happen. Since then I have been continually girdding my loins in preparation to post (I have a lot of loins to gird). That being said, here we go:
I have nothing to say.
That's not true. JLS (nee T), just had a little girl. They have successfully added to the brood. Congratulations. I'm sure when she stops crying, I'll be over to visit. And I'll bring a six-pack. Nothing says "Happy Motherhood" like a cold case of alcohol. Or at least that's how it goes in my family (I can hear you judging me all the way over here).
Work is work, and I shan't bother you with too many details, other than I have late shift today, which has allowed me to sleep in, watch Buffy, and talk to you. You ungrateful sons of bitches.
As I stare outside at the beautiful day coming, I am drawn back to my college days. When right about now, I would be debating at what point in the day am I going to throw in the towel on classes, and just begin drinking. Would I open the windows, turn on obnoxiously loud music (perhaps Jimmy Buffet, or Christmas music, or the occasional Shakespeare's Sister), play Nintendo and drink right away? Or would I have to savor the booze so I could head to the bar later? And who do I know that has a weak enough will that I can convince them to join me in a day of debauchery (JR - I'm looking in your direction)? In any event, case race anyone?
The bar in the basement is coming along swimmingly. As it turns out, I am quite the drywaller. And no, I will not help you with your drywall project. That is, unless I am related to you (by blood) or you have (or will promise to) donate an organ to me.
Speaking of bar news, if anyone still has an in with Walter P Melchoir, tell him to invite me back for a guest appearance bartending gig. One Moore Night Behind the Bar. Don't worry, if that would ever happen, I would give you all fair warning. You'd need time to get the tolerance up and get your livers ready.
But not too much. I was only 1/2 kidding about that organ donation plan.
Craig @ 7:47 AM
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