Oh woe is me! I'm too old, at 36, to hang out all night with the knuckleheads and not wake up hungover. I'm more or less fine but a step or two behind the rest of the world. Insult to injury: I'm stuck at my local Starbucks doing traffic school on-line because my modem fried itself and so I have no Intraweb access at home. Jeez, the music they play in here is torture! Jack Johnson, people, Jack Johnson! What crap. Anyway, I had a nice chat with my mother after I got a little drunk and she seems certain that I'm not a total prick. Here's to Mom being right.
Damn, I really do hate Starbucks.
I originally posted at 12:30 or so. It's now quarter to two with no end in sight. I've already seen the shifts change and there's one other guy on a laptop who's been here as long as me. I think he's looking at porn. I've read the entire paper, including the business section. Help. Me.
Time check: 4pm. I live here now. At least John Lee Hooker is playing on the sound system.
Peace out, bitches!
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