Best laid plans of mice and men, friends.

So, the plan was to come home, and be productive tonite. Laundry, writing, maybe some errands. Thank Manny for my moral, ethical, and digestive disintegration. He reminded me that we were going to go out for drinks tonite after work. Twist my arm, why dontcha? So we went, and had a coupla drinks each, I had a mixed drink and three bacardi limons....fine drink that bacardi. We ate, and laughed, and talked bout everything. I must be peculiar. When I drink I talk about politics and books. Shouldn't there be something about women or sports in there? I think my y chromosome is defective.

Then I got home. I went and worked out. After having gone out to drink. Yes, I revel in my strangeness people!


More later. Maybe. If I feel like it.