...my true love gave to me,

*** Five pairs of jeans with sexy yet still modest holes in them ***

Four sleepless nights,

Three designated drivers,

Two cute pairs of glasses,

And a yummy pint of Guinness.

Wednesday was one of those nights when I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck I was doing.

I mean, I knew exactly what I was doing, but it seemed so stupid that my mind wouldn't quite accept that it was me. I've written this before, but it was like I was watching a movie and I couldn't believe how stupid the main character was.

Other than that, the night was okay. I arrived straight from work. It wasn't very crowded. I sat at the throne and had a Weihenstephaner Hefeweiessbier (1581).

It was yummy. So yummy, in fact, that I had two more (1615).

Other than that, nothing at all happened. Oh yeah, I talked to this one dude and this one chick, but I don't think we talked about anything important.

I had a Guinness (1407) and came home at around 9:00.

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Thursday night I went home after work. I tried to take a nap but it didn't work out. Then I had to do some work shit until a little after 8:00. So I didn't get to Rich O's until 8:30 or so.

Man, it was fucking crowded!

One of the biggest crowds I've ever seen there.

It sucked.

I stood around for an hour or so, drinking a Rogue Dead Guy (288), until a seat opened up at the island. Then I sat with some semi-regulars for a while.

My next beer was a new one for me. A new one for the world actually:

New Albanian Bonfire of the Valkyries

(draft) Stupid name, I think they've given up there. The beer was black. More than black. It was anti-light. Very little foam, as is typical for NABC beers. Not much of an aroma, just a touch of smoky malt. Fairly thick and creamy mouthfeel. Flavor is a bit sharp and smoky, surprising after the tame aroma. Finish is creamy smoke. I liked it.

HotEuchreGirl and I were getting our asses kicked - down 4-8 - but then we decided to start playing and we won 10-8.

So, yay!

Other than that, the place stayed fucking crowded all night. I hated it, mostly because if you pack eight million people into a space made for a couple of hundred, there should be a rule that one of those eight million people will be the one you want to see.

When I'm in charge of the world, that rule will be fucking enforced.

Anyway, I had fun I guess. I sorta have a crush on HotEuchreGirl now.

...my true love gave to me,

Four sleepless nights,

Three designated drivers,

Two cute pairs of glasses,

And a yummy pint of Guinness.

Anyway.

Today I got an email from HatGirl.

An email inviting me, and several others, to a birthday celebration.

I immediately accepted, and everyone else immediately declined.

Too close to Christmas, the negative RSVPs claimed.

What's wrong with these people?!?

It's HatGirl!

Who's birthday is more important? That of some dude from 2000 years ago, a dude who 3/4 of the world don't even believe existed? Or of a living and breathing and nice and pretty girl who everyone adores?

It's no fucking contest.

I don't know why I'm the only one to realize and admit it.

I'm not waiting.

I don't like the way that term fits when I try it on inside my head. It's too needy. To desperate even.

I am Lying in wait.

I like that term better. Maybe it means the same thing, but it seems to fit me and my mood much better. It seems to imply an actual purpose, and there is a purpose to this. Not the noblest perhaps but still better than the more obvious alternative.

I am not waiting.

I am not wringing my hands. I am not chain-smoking. I am not chain-drinking, whatever that means. I am not risking paralysis by whipping my head around at each tiny noise.

I am simply here.

Just in case.

I am lying in wait.

...my true love gave to me,

Three designated drivers,

Two cute pairs of glasses,

And a yummy pint of Guinness.

Anyway, there's either misdirected and probably unwarranted anger, or there's preemptive depression.

And that's it. Those are the choices that this lump of crap I keep between my ears, those are the choices that it's been presenting me with for the past week.

Well, I don't like either choice very much. I dislike those choices so much that, for the past few days, I've felt myself beginning to shut down. To keep from having to make that choice, I've begun to sever every emotional circuit within me. I don't like that very much either. In fact, shutting down sucks.

So, out of desperation, I'm inventing a third choice.

Instead of getting angry, and instead of getting sad, I will get even.

Never mind that there's nothing to exact revenge for. Not just yet anyway. Why should I let a small technicality like that stop me?

This is my sanity I'm trying to save here.

Muhaha.

...my true love gave to me,

Two cute pairs of glasses,

And a yummy pint of Guinness.

So, rather than attempt to deal with the all of the drama that I'm already ignoring, I decided to inject even more drama into my life.

This was not the most brilliant thing I ever did.

It's necessary though.

Really.

In other news, I'm tired.

I will sleep now.

...my true love gave to me,

A yummy pint of Guinness.