lauralh | a lesson learned...

Eating lunch at an Indian buffet is not at all conducive to doing much of anything the rest of the afternoon beyond digesting.

Monday I had to go to work. Well, I didn't have to, I mean I wouldn't have gotten fired, but on the other hand I might have in the long run for not completing enough tasks. Plus I wouldn't have gotten paid. Anyway, one nice thing was that there was pretty much zero traffic. In the evening I did little beyond watch TV and have sex. David Letterman is still funnier than Jay Leno, especially when he humiliates people (normal people, not celebrities) on his show.

Yesterday

hotcrab and I met

i_dread, all in hopes of free champagne, but it was for naught. We ended up at "pagan night" at the Contour (tattooed chicks dancing to good house) where I drank two Cosmos and a screwdriver. I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon. I suppose I just wasn't thinking about the fact that Cosmopolitans are almost pure liquor. Ugh. Oh well.

I've also been reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I've never read it before. I forgotten how much I enjoy reading that style of writing. Victorian prose is good stuff sometimes - when it hadn't been published first in serial form, that is. (Most writers who were paid by word written just got too greedy, in my estimation.)