Archive for September, 2004
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Tuesday, September 14th, 2004Scott-San pointed out that as yet, there’s been no recap of our 9/11 party. Since I’ve got some time here, let’s get into that right now. Um, it was fun. Nothing earth-shattering, but a fine outing nonetheless. I probably would’ve enjoyed it more if I’d mixed myself weaker drinks in the hours leading up to [...]
Tha new stuff
Monday, September 13th, 2004So I’m on this new medicine, in addition to my old medicine, and it’s making me a strange combination of occasionally, inexplicably irritable (okay, more so than usual) and strangely productive. Like, most of the time at work I can think straight, and actually get stuff done. This is, of course, new and frightening to [...]
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Sunday, September 12th, 2004Kudos to Sarah, for finding a fascinating new thing with which to waste time at work. Take the quiz, bitches. and then check the scores if you want. You really don’t have to check the scores, actually. It’s kind of arbitrary.
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Saturday, September 11th, 2004To all those of you whose birthday it is today, including Sandra, my sainted Mother-in-Law, I issue a heartfelt “Happy Birthday Anyway.” And from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry none of you can complain on your birthday about getting older ever again. Or at least for ten to fifteen years. On the bright [...]
Mass destruction
Friday, September 10th, 2004Right. So, um, do you ever accidentally projectile sneeze? Like you forget to cover your mouth when sneezing, and after the dust settles, you look down and there’s a splatter of gunk on the countertop/floor/keyboard? Um, neither do I. I was just asking.
Liquor in the front
Thursday, September 9th, 2004In my liquor cabinet right now, in addition to some staples (gin, rum, tequila, etc.), are the following: • One bottle Jim Beam, for mixing (unopened) • One bottle Glen Salen scotch, for mixing • One bottle Seagram’s 7, for mixing • One bottle Talisker single malt scotch, for sipping • One bottle Bulleitt Bourbon, [...]
Democracy, Whiskey, Sexy
Wednesday, September 8th, 2004Okay, on a less depressing note, yesterday k sent me this. For the love of god, read the whole thing. It just keeps getting better. It’s hard to know where to begin with this. For one, there’s the fact that the headline reads, “Independent may be spoiler,” not “Clearly insane person runs for high office”. [...]
Back to skull
Wednesday, September 8th, 2004We were spending another quality evening of appletinis (dude, have somebody offer to mix you one free of charge and try to turn it down) and Buffy the other night at Gin & Juice’s, and two of their three beautiful children were on about having just started school. I swear, the second I started thinking [...]
You again?
Monday, September 6th, 2004Oh hey there, vague, pervasive sense of melancholy. I thought you’d gone. Just out for cigarettes, I guess. So it goes. I guess no matter how well the antidepressants make me feel on an average day, or how (relatively) financially stable I’m feeling, or how great my friends are, you’re just gonna keep dropping in [...]
On like Donkey Kong.
Sunday, September 5th, 2004This is what I did with my Sunday afternoon. Hurting actively is what I’ll be doing with my next Sunday afternoon.
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