Mad Ramblings From a Blithering Idiot
Brusha Brusha Brusha With the New Ipana
Tomorrow Dad finally has knee surgery. I have to get
up too early to take him to the hospital; he has to be
there at seven-thirty. Maybe I can do it. Getting up that
early is quite a feat of courage and strength. For me, at
Then I have to be at work at two. I don't get off
until ten. Busy busy busy week for me. I'm off Friday-M
wants to buy tickets to see They Might Be Giants. I know
it won't happen, however. Every time I try to go to a
concert, plans fall through. Weezer, Puddle of Mud, now
TMBG...I'll never make it to a concert. But then I'll
never be disappointed, will I?
I am invited to N's house this weekend. I work nine
to five both Saturday and Sunday. She said that there
would be something special for me waiting. So perhaps I'll
be able to get completely shitfaced. Drinking doesn't make
my problems go away, but it makes my musings a lot more
fascinating, and my conversational inhibitions are loosened
a bit. I hope some barrels of laughter and good talks
ensue. But I doubt that'll happen.
I can't wait to have a hamburger. Tomorrow I shall
make my way to Burger King, if time allows it. Mmmmm.