I'm at Bearno's, getting some food. Unfortunately-named girl is working.
Why is it that, every time I get on a conference call, my phone starts
blinking to indicate a new text message? I can't see the message until this
conference call is over. Frustrating!
HatGirl and OddlyFamiliarGirl need to plan their illnesses better.
My Uncle Carl passed away. That's sad.
I may complain, but I'd definitely rather be home and working until 8:00
than be in Bellingham and working until 5:00.
Time to turn in. Into what exactly, I don't know.
SneakyGirl is here!
Been talking to FirstGirl. She didn't even know I'd been gone. She's still nice, though.
I have to admit, it's a brilliant plan. I almost wish I'd thought of it
My neck was sore, so I took a long hot shower. Seemed like a good idea at
the time, but it made it worse. What's up with that?
So there are two issues here. One could be solved forever, and it would be
fun doing it. The other issue, well that one I'm pretty much resigned
to living with for the rest of my days.
Of course I knew it wouldn't last. But I was really hoping that it would at
least last until I had to go back to Washington.
Regardless of what happens next, I had an absolutely fantastic two and a
half days. I hope there's no doubt about that.
Today, so far, I've done some very odd things, but only as an accomplice.
I should go buy some new jeans. These are getting pretty ratty at the bottom.
I'm so excited to see HatGirl! Only 40 minutes! Yay!
I tried to call HairCutLady. I haven't had my hairs cut in six weeks, and I
wanted to see if she was open today. The number has been disconnected. Now
I'll have to drive down there. I hope she's okay and still open for
Having a layover here. Went outside to smoke two quick cigarettes and almost froze my ass off. Now I'm in a nice warm airport bar having a nice Goose Island beer.
On the plane now. I'm getting excited! Not about the long flight, though.
I'm watching The Notebook. This is a brilliant thing for me to be doing.
I think I've talked myself out of getting an iPhone. For now, anyway. These blackerry outages are sure pissing me off, though.
It's just so surreal to be sitting here. I can feel the years falling away.
Now I'm at my old hangout. I wish more people I knew were here.
Checking out of this stupid hotel in less than two hours. Guitar Boy in the
next room will have to find someone else to annoy.
Another blackberry outage. It might be fixed now - I'm sending this via my blackberry - but two outages in a week? I'm now seriously thinking about getting an iPhone.
A year ago, we were really something. And on our way to something more.
Something great. Now, not so much. I liked it better, a year ago.
I should be packing now, but instead I'm glaring at my phone.
Nobody is here today except me and a couple of receptionists.
Tomorrow morning I get to check out of this stupid hotel.
In less than four days I get to see my kitties. Yay! In less than five days I get to see HatGirl. Yay! If I get to see LaptopGirl in the next twelve days, I can die a happy man. Yay?
I'm craving White Castles now.
Shocked, I tell you!
Too bad I already bought her present.
This dude on TV tells me to, as a gift to the woman I love, call her doctor and schedule a pap-smear for her.
There are certain disadvantages to having my hotel close to a mall.
I'm hoping the little guy has a safe and fun trip.
I don't feel like saying anything nice, so I'm not saying anything.
Did something I shouldn't have done. But it sure felt good doing it.
I let some drunk guy use my phone to call his wife. That was my good deed
for the day. The punishment for my good deed was that his breath funkified
my phone and now I may have to get a new one.
I guess I'll just keep doing what I do. Try to muddle through.
I'm just not sure what to do next. I'm so tired of being treated like shit,
but I'm also supposed to be forgiving.
I got hopelessly lost, and somehow ended up at this Yummi casino again.
I don't like sluts. Or whores, either.
A glared-at phone never woo-hoos.
I'm showing incredible restraint tonight.
Alaskan Smoked Porter = Yummy.
There are too many skanky prostitutes. Please give some of them real jobs so they wear more conservative clothing. Thanks!
I wish the magic wand had worked. That would have been really romantic, if it had worked.
I can't think of anything to write. I'm not sure why I picked up my phone to write something.
I fear that one of the hotel workers stole my Netflix movies from the mail.
I'm watching American Ninja. It's so stupid it's funny.
This dude just came in, and the bartender called him "Old Man John." I'm glad nobody calls me "Old Man Dave." At least, not to my face. Not yet, anyway.
I've realized that I haven't eaten in over 24 hours. I suppose I'll have some fish and chips. I hope they don't suck.
I'm finally off work! And I got to talk to HatGirl for a long time on the phone! Now I'm having a beer! Yay!
I'm excited that HatGirl gets her birthday present tomorrow! And if she
doesn't like it I'm gonna jump into a volcano!
There's a blackberry outage affecting emails. So I won't be able to post any
of these quickies once I get to work.
I have an urge to shoot some pool. I know I saw a pool hall my first weekend
here. I'll have to find it again.
There may be light at the end of the tunnel after all.
She already does those things.
It's 52 degrees outside!