Tonight, I not only miss you-know-who, I also miss you-know-who-else. So, it's been a fun night, so far.
(draft) Dark Brown. Smallish head that faded quickly. Slight aroma. Thin mouthfeel. Fairly sharp flavor of roasted malts. Decent.
Going to Rich O's. This is probably almost certainly stupid.
I'm drafting an escape plan. I always do this, though, yet I never escape.
Now I'm at Denny's. There are weirdoes here.
Finally doing my good deed for Thursday, even though it's Friday now. Then
I'm going to Denny's as a reward.
I should get a job sitting outside at night and drinking and thinking. That would be nice.
I missed the full moon by one night, but I'm trying to let my rock recharge anyway.
I found them! They were under a huge-ass spider in my garage. That must be
why I didn't see them before.
Sitting out in my garage, thinking that I should probably write a blog entry.
That was a lot more fun than I had expected.
Well, it's official. Sometimes in the last year or so, someone has snuck
into my house and stolen the extra adapters for my universal laptop power
I live alone, so I really really hate it when I can't find something.
Because there's nobody to blame but myself.
Looks like the universe wants me to stay here and suffer, for at least one more night.
These Arms of Mine...
There, I feel better now. And I barely escaped getting peed on.
I'm excited about dinner plans!
I've lost my resolve. I've looked everywhere, even between the sofa cushions. I fear that it's gone for good.
...and at 'em!
If I were in Paris, these would actually be normal hours. But
nooooooooo, I work these hours while stuck in the stupid EDT.
What was that all about?
Thinking about something silly, and it's making me smile.
Reliving some very old, very bad memories.
Somebody's finally come up with a fucked-up situation that I've never had to
deal with. At least, not all at the same time.
My cat is in a crabby mood. Probably because I keep fucking with him.
(bottle) Clear dark amber, with a decent beige head. Enticing aroma of malts and caramel. Medium mouthfeel. Flavor mild, with malts and dark fruits. A fairly strong alcohol burn is present all the way to the finish. Pretty damn good.
That was cool! Gross, but very cool!
I like that joke.
The coast is clear.
I'm probably just being paranoid or something.
Something very weird just happened. I guess I'll just roll with it.
I miss my dad.
Just trying to give myself a fair chance of moving passed this. I will probably fail, but it won't be from lack of trying.
I'm showing restraint now. I like it when I do this. It makes me feel like I'm being strong.
This might not be what I'm supposed to be doing, but it's not a bad second choice. It seems to fit me.
Pondering the dubious merits of going to Jack's, even though
OddlyFamiliarGirl won't be there tonight.
Supposedly, there's a new Sam's near my house. We're going to go check it
Except this time I want 87 eggs over-hard.
Some things are funny.
This should teach me to stop looking forward to stuff. It won't teach me, but it should.
I've never see the sky look as green as it looks right now.
I don't like them. In case I've never mentioned that before.
I'm really sad all of a sudden. I know why I'm sad, but I don't know why all of a sudden like this.
I'm excited to see HatGirl!
Is the reason that it keeps happening the same reason that I care that it's
happening. I think so, but I don't like it.
Well, that was just about the most random thing ever. The weirdest, too.
Wondering how things got so bad, but then realizing that they were always bad and I just refused to notice. Dammit, so there, etc.
Gumballhead is on tap. Oh well, too late now.
Today I'm the interrupting cow.
I'm at Rich O's now. My 2:00 interview lasted until 3:30. It was almost like working.
Had a nice video call with HatGirl to start off my day.
I wish it was a little warmer.
Jamie Moyer is still pitching. Also, Jamie Moyer is still alive.
I can't tell if this girl is pretty, or if she just used to be pretty ten years ago. I should ask her.
(draft) Clear copper in color, with a huge white head. Aroma is mildly sharp, if that makes any sense. Creamy mouthfeel. Oh wow, this is really good. Spices mostly, but with rye undertones.
Wishing a special little guy a very happy birthday!
Two seconds at a time. I'm not sure it's enough.
I plan, eventually, to stop being such a pussy.
If I can sleep a normal schedule tonight, then I'm leaving tomorrow. To where, I don't know. For how long, I don't know.
Okay, fine. I'm awake and out of bed. Now what?
Nom nom nom nom...
I'm craving eggs, over hard. Five or six of them. And orange juice. And toast with grape jelly.
The worst thing wrong about her is also the best thing right about her.
If there's no point to any of this, does that mean that it's all rounded and blunt?
The Spankers are playing in Madison in May. That would have been a nice date.
I can't seem to get out of stage one today. This really sucks.
...I'm going to Rich O's now.
I wish they'd hurry up and invent bionic eyes.
I had a phone interview today at 1:00, but we got our wires crossed and
it'll have to be rescheduled. Meanwhile, I stayed home instead of going over
to see BikerGirl for lunch. I haven't seen her in a trillion years. Grrrr.
Watching Peggy Sue Got Married. Better than glaring at my phone.
Now that was a very nice nap. Great dreams, too!
I think I saw her car at Kroger's. That's the last thing I need - ongoing
proof of her existence.
This place is full of loud weirdoes today.
I hate Mondays. Sundays, too, but especially Mondays.
There's a huge difference between being supportive and being a dishrag.
I have to pee now.
Four for four, baby! Woo-hoo!
I've somehow managed to fubar my toe. Oh yeah, and I'm still awake.
She said it would be 20 minutes before she even took my order. Past experience tells me that it takes them an hour to cook anything. So, fuck that place, I'll go someplace else.
Going to eat at Don Pablo's, then to meet OddlyFamiliarGirl at Jack's for
our usual Sunday date.
That's what my brain is today. Working on some fairly complicated scripts,
and I might even have to dig out the manual. I hate it when I have to do
Waaaaaah the planes promote war! Waaaaaah the fireworks simulate bombs!
Waaaaaaaah the exhaust from the traffic is killing the planet! Waaaaaaaah
the evil corporations are sponsoring it! Waaaaaaah the ashes hurt the fish!
Waaaaaaaah the noise scares my dogs! Waaaaaaaah the poor horses have to
*gasp* run in the Derby! Waaaaaaaah my pussy hurts!
I remembered to buy cat food. I believe that my life would have been in
jeopardy if I'd come home without cat food.
It would have been awesome, though.
I figured out why my email and phone/text blocks weren't working! And I can fix them! So there!
(draft) Very dark ruby, with a nice tan head. Aroma mostly of malts, with some sweet chocolate and caramel in there. Mouthfeel thicker than I was expecting. Flavor pretty good, but tastes more like a malty porter than a Scotch ale to me. Very good, though.
Sitting at Sportstime, missing YouKnowWho. This is pretty much the opposite of being at Thunder with HatGirl, but maybe we'll still go there later.
Just bought my lottery ticket. My doggie reward is in the bag!
Thunder plans fell through.
The world is safe from me tonight.
HatGirl is here!
I fucking hate pickles!
Today, my good deed was to go and find HatGirl's doggie for her. Then, I got my hairs cut. Now, I'm at Rich O's.
One nice thing about sleeping half the day away is that now it's only six
more hours until I get to see HatGirl.
I'm really annoyed that I'm bothered by this.
Well, my plans for tonight changed, but I got to be useful to a person who's
very important for me. Now, maybe I can still watch some meteors.