good morning, baby

Well, it's the morning after.

Are you going to call you? Or did you just gnaw your arm off at the shoulder so you wouldn't wake yourself up, and sneak out without leaving a note? Cad.

I said some sweet things, teased myself a little, and then tore myself away so I wouldn't be too late for work. I'm sure I'll be seeing myself again.

guess is as good

It is difficult to predict how this evening will pan out. The beginning will definitely suck: I have to plow through an immense pile of unsorted mail, searching for dental insurance information, so I can go have a titanium incisor implanted. (Ask in person. I don't feel like typing out the story.) While I'm at it, I hope to start on a new filing technique. OK, a filing technique, period. I used to have one. It was unstoppable.

The end, I hope, will feature Slow Motion Sundays (on a Thursday, but that's tonight only. It'll be on Sundays again next month. Ask in person, etc.).

I'm not feeling too optimistic. That's a big fucking pile of mail. Where are my file folders? Maybe I'll set a time limit on this project.


Hey, my bottle of cheap cognac was under here!