Solid night last night. Quiet moments on a couch watching a nice film about loudmouths, psychotic divorcees, dwarfs, and slutty library support staff. Very nice. Solo drive for a bit with the disc player cooperating and a very nice (albeit dietetic) preview with Chris L. Rendezvoused with the assisters and a very special friend in from the right-wing madness that is Central Florida. New deal to chase on Tuesday nights: the Sunset Tavern makes it special between 10:00 pm and 2:00 am with Cabo Wabo shots and ice-cold Red Stripes going for $2.50 ea. and a large $3.95 margarita. Very nice. So nice to be in the company of sweet Meli D and Elisha. I'm feeling so nice right now, I'm bordering on sugar... and baby, it's gonna make rain outside like we all need to be clean and I might just melt. Eddie Love was there making himself drunkanoid and I think he might be the reason why I have a burn-boil on my hand right now, but fuck it, I'm feeling nice. Jesse made good use of a slow period piece and turned in red guys like lycopene's going out of style. Such a nice night.
Slept good. Had a nice lunch with my roommates. Got a nice drunken dial reply from Dr. Vargas. Dropped by for the quick freshness of C. Rupes and the rehabilitating sweetness of Sweet Stef, but with neither in sight, I left a cryptic message with the on-hand attendant and got a solid (and very nice) cup of coffee for the drive to work. I'm eating bananas now for their yellow-wrapped deliciousness and the powers of potassium. Hey, the Damn crew made a quick Happy Birthday stopover that was very nice as well! But looky here, before the feeling deteriorates, or worse, becomes even nicer; we'll leave with the saucy waxings of a slow softy... so shit, let's get zetetic!
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