I did two things wrong tonight. At least, two that I noticed soon after I did them.

First, PajamaDude asked me what I did.

I've written about this recently. About how I shouldn't identify myself by what I do for a living, because it's too boring.

But I did it anyway.

PajamaDude asked me what I did, and I said that I worked with computers.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

So that was the first mistake.

Later, I was taking a piss, and I realized that I'd identified myself incorrectly. That I'd broken my own rule. So once I got back to the bar I told PajamaDude that I'd been mistaken earlier. That, though I worked with computers for a living, I preferred to consider myself as a writer.

So then he asked me what kinds of things I wrote.

"Mostly drivel," I answered.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Stuff about relationships," I said. "Or the lack thereof."

So that was my second mistake. I mean, I do write about crap like that, but it's hardly ever the main point of my writing.

What I should have said is that I write about things that annoy me.

Like when I invite a hot girl, who I've been interested in for months, out for a beer, and she agrees, but then her boyfriend materializes out of thin air and joins us and turns me into a third wheel.

I should have said that I write about shit like that.