tha pub.

Me and Janet. Me and Tiffany. Again at Preservation Pub. Only the bartender knows how many drinks we had. I got some free lilies from some guy that was selling flowers, which I'm sure he stole from the graves at the Woodlawn Cemetary. No matter. Janet left early, which is strange for her. I don't know what the deal was there, but it left me alone to talk to the regulars and to listen to a band called The Comfies. They were actually pretty good. Along with that came an ego boost for me-they sang a song and some girl asked if the song was about me. The singer seemed to be looking at me all night. He kind of reminded me of the singer from the Spin Doctors, without facial hair-and he was wearing a Members Only jacket (which Janet made fun of to his face), but that's OK-I'll take any compliment I can get. I met up with some guy I met there last time. I actually remembered his name. Justin was there and the 3 of us discussed politics until I got fed up and told them both to fuck off. So after The Comfies stopped playing, I came home.

Now all I want is something to eat. But I have nothing in my house that I really want and I'm too cheap to get fast food. Besides, it's midnight and usually when I eat late, I have messed up dreams. Who cares-it would make my sleep interesting. I have alot to do tomorrow. Things would be so much easier if I had a magic wand. But, alas, I am not Harry Potter, nor Hermione Grainger. So I'll get up with a hangover tomorrow, meet up with my brother to revamp the QEKNIT website and knit my ass off with the bundle of orders we have received to be done before Christmas. Maybe some Krispy Kreme doughnuts and lots of coffee will help me along. For now, I'll take some ibuprofin and go to sleep. Good night, kids.