I stupidly stopped for a beer after work last night (a beer, I promised myself) and stayed until the bar closed. I got caught up in a sort of bar games decathalon (pool, darts, Golden Tee) and some serious power drinking. I got three hours sleep and felt like a ghost of myself this morning. The hair on one side of my head is sticking straight out. I'm hiding in my cubicle, looking and feeling like complete shit and fantasizing about going home and sleeping. Even a liter of Mountain Dew Re-Animator juice didn't revive me. The few people I've run into at work have stared with dropped jaws. I feel like that line in Martin Amis's The Information that goes something like, While he was asleep someone replaced his head with an old monster's head. I feel monstrous.

Montrose?

BAAAD MOTORRR SCOOOOTTERRRRR!!!!

umm...i woke up at 6am and took out the trash and the yard debris and came back inside to find everyone else was awake as well.

now the wife is off at the orthopaedic surgeon about some nerve damage in her left arm from the early 90s and i have a pair of little girls to look after.

i really can't complain too much, tho.

crap, i really need to mow the lawn.

japmn wrote:It took me 90 minutes to get from Montrose to Randolf on the Brown line today. It usually takes less than an hour.

Please move to "Code for Shit" thread (P.S. you might want to see a doctor...)

I had a Spanish test today that I probably did better on than before, but that's probably not saying much.

My art class was cancelled.

I'm wasting time and my life in general.

Listened to a dwarf with a high voice and a lisp talk excitedly for a half hour.

Desires at the moment: Honey-Slides, playing guitar/writing good songs, sex, chemically-induced happiness, passing my classes; e.g. the usual.

This must be the coffee caffiene crash or something. I feel muscles in my face twitching and I don't care about anything.

I stood behind two guys in the bank queue at lunch time. They were depositing £6200, about $12,000, in cash. I heard the cashier asking where the money came from*. " Business" was the one word reply.


* I have a feeling they have to ask when large amounts are deposited to prevent money laundering schemes, although I'm not sure.

dontfeartheringo wrote:

japmn wrote:It took me 90 minutes to get from Montrose to Randolf on the Brown line today. It usually takes less than an hour. I hate public transit.

I have spent well over $200 on gas this month.

I <3 public transit.

Don't get me wrong, when I lived in Austin all I did was bitch about the lack of Transit. This construction shit is just getting to me.

When I was at this bar last night I saw a guy in the bathroom pissing and eating a chicken wing at the same time. Dude.

STF wrote:When I was at this bar last night I saw a guy in the bathroom pissing and eating a chicken wing at the same time. Dude.

seems appropriate.

i got band practice tonight with this really awful band. i'm s'posed to go on tour with 'em next month. i've been a total slacker about learning their songs and i'm putting it off right now, as a matter of fact by doing this instead.