morning

Low-flow toilets are truly a bane on one's existence.

I'm very glad that my job is a) so close and b) so non-intellectually-demanding. It makes the pressure of waking up in the morning after drinking at night so much less intense.

Saw off Steve's friend Viv last night; she's going to Barcelona for grad school. Drinking and eating at the Capitol Club, then the Cha-Cha and then Contour. Unlike Steve I don't hate the Cha, mainly because none of my exes go there, but he sardonically pointed out that we don't have enough tattoos to approach people. And the bartenders are never nice to you unless - well actually the one lady was kind of nice to me but not really - you're in a band.

Headed to Contour afterwards, where we actually ran into endquote, xaotica, and harry711. I was pretty surprised to see other people there on a non-weekend night. Although granted I've seen iamdonte there on a weeknight as well. Steve had to schmooze again, though, as we need DJs for September, and actually having heard this one guy's demo, then his girlfriend spin last night, made it easier to make a decision. I guess.

I've decided that a new approach needs to be taken to this whole dating crap. "friends first." Some people swear by it, others swear at it; we'll see how I go. Unfortunately I can't really experiment currently as I have little desire for any of my current friends in the circle.

the bored-at-work poll

I'm credulous, myself.
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