Back home now. I don't know why.
Okay, this was an actual good idea. By me, of all people.
It's me and six women here. I'm getting estrogen overload. I have a strong urge to ask someone for directions.
Going to Rich O's now. I'm helping to judge a smoked-beer thingy. Bribes will be accepted.
Changed scripts to call these things quickies instead of tweets. Testing
Nothing like sleeping until 12:30 to kick off a really productive day.
A kitty just ran across my driveway. Or maybe it was a stobor. Hard to tell because it's dark.
Now I'm at Bearno's. There's a dude bartending. I hate it when that happens.
HatGirl got a touch-screen Blackberry. I'm totally jealous.
Lost power last night during the storms, and it just came back on a few
minutes ago. I guess that's one way to save money on electricity.
I miss my dad, too, but it's not like I want someone to dump his body at my feet.
...I'm going to Rich O's. I wasn't going to go tonight, but OtherDave called
me, and I kinda flaked on him the other night.
I haven't heard anything about Buddy yet. I'm starting to freak out a little.
Phoenix for two months in the middle of the Summer. Something tells me that
I wouldn't need a coat.
I've been messing with mine this morning. I don't know why.
My sister just took my cat Buddy to get shaved. Poor kitty is going to look
so ridiculous. I'll be sure to post at least one picture.
And don't even get me started about how time has no meaning when it comes to
missing a certain other girl.
I mentioned in a blog entry, a while ago, that time without HatGirl seems
longer than it really is. The actual ratio is 776,156,250,000 to 1. Yes, I'm
still pissed about not getting to see her yesterday.
Showing great restraint now. I'm proud of myself.
Now CuteBlonde and I are talking about cats dying. It's sad.