Man. This morning that awful thing happened where my alarm clock went off, and I was like, "Huh, why would I set my alarm when it's Saturday?" And then, shortly thereafter, "Fuck."
Notice how much I talk about time? Gawd. Shut up already with that. We all have to get up in the morning. Well, unless we're bartenders. Or possums.
Anyway. I've been Yelping more than blogging lately. So, if you miss my silver words that much, go ahead and read 'em. They're mostly about bars, because I drink too much. Well, not really. But, you know. Not as expensive a habit as golf, I can tell you that. Although golf is probably better for your liver. Unless you're drinking while you're playing.
My brain can only deal with spreadsheets at present. And those, only marginally.
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