bistromath's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Much suckage here. The Weekend. Yes, well. I got so smashed at the wedding saturday that I called into work to drunk to show up, so now I need to go buy a gift certificate to a restaurant for the guy that wound up covering my shift. The wedding. Yes, well. Some of my buddies noted with glee that I was the only guy who knew the schtick well enough to be conspicuously absent about the time the garter got tossed. Hmmm, I guess 15 weddings in three years teaches you a thing or two about conveniently timed smoke breaks. I am now reffered to by the masses as "Token Single Guy". For shit's sake. Sunday was just painfully hungover. Chicken noodle soup hungover. I was seriously thinking about moving the TV into the kitchen to be closer to the water faucet. After recovery was mostly attained, I wrote some HTML, did a little reading, and went to bed. I work every single day this week, both morning shift and nights, and wish that I could just skip over this week and get to the weekend.
11:42 a.m. - 18.03.2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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