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October 29, 2005 - 6:54 pm You might call what I'm in right now, "a rut." You might even say that I'm "stuck in" one. Or you could call it a convenient excuse to break into sobs late one night and spend the next two hours pouring tears and snot onto the shoulder of a friend while they try with minimal success to understand and provide comfort. What I call it is a fine motivation to drink myself into a good time for this here costume party we're about to have. I have throwing stars hidden in my afro, a trick dagger, and toupee tape to ensure that my bits don't make their debut in front of a room of people with whom I am not having sex. A bottle of whiskey and a dead hooker later, I'm sure I'll be back in the saddle again, at least until tomorrow morning. |