I bought new shoes, so everyone can get on with their lives now. I'm also getting the oil changed in my truck, so it's an extra special day.
The battery in my Intrepid is dead.
I really had a feeling about tonight. Damn.
Out of a frying pan and into a fire.
There's a stupid band that's going to play here tonight. I hope we leave before it gets LOUD.
Okay, this has been a good joke, but it's time to get serious for a while.
I bought a refrigerator.
I have a strange obsession with vacuum cleaners. If I leave here without at least one, it will be amazing.
Now I'm at Rich O's. I still might go buy a fridge. Probably not.
In a burst of motivation, I just put my shoes on.
I'm too old for this stuff.
Arf! Arf! Arf!
I should go see WeirdGirl tonight. Somebody remind me why that's a bad idea.
I was a good boy, even though I had to yell at an old woman to do it.
Free beer is extra yummy.
At Rich O's again. I guess I have a couple of hours before I tuck my tail between my legs and run away. But that's just a guess. I hate this, by the way.
I think it's almost Skyline time.
I think the rule is that I can reply to a direct question, but that all
other communication is taboo and will therefore be ignored.
If I had any, I'd go somewhere this weekend.
I've got two bottles with my name on them. I know, because I wrote on them
myself, because I was feeling silly.
My house has suddenly become infested with tiny fruit flies.
I'm rarely allowed to be here at night anymore, so I'm leaving now.
Now I know why Brad and Jennifer didn't last. I still don't care, though.
The Thursday weirdoes are here now.