skryche

Last night my woman was working nights, so I slept alone. I think I must've slept about, maybe, twenty minutes before something woke me up; it couldn't have been too long because the dishwasher was still going. Standing next to my bed was a hooded shriveled evil gnome. It was staring at me. I stared back until I decided he/she was just some clothing hanging on the back of the bedroom door. I fell back asleep. This morning after breakfast I remembered the gnome and looked at the back of the door, but there were no clothes there.

I had lunch today with a friend of mine at the HBO offices. Man, I wish I worked for HBO. I came up with a few morsels of Curb Your Enthusiasm trivia for the website, so he gave me Sopranos Season 4. Whadda guy.

I do not have a santa suit and I have no naughty and/or nice presents to give out and the L isn't running and I'm going to a Xmas holiday party tonight. (It's a (VSLF's) work thing -- I have to pay $20 to get in, but once I do, it's an open bar. I think I can easily do $20 worth of damage, and VSLF's colleagues are all drunks, so it'll be fun) So, no Santarchy this year. Damn!

Speaking of drinking, I think I may have found the holy grail of spirits: Everclear. Do you know about this stuff? It's 195 proof! That's a whole lot of proof. And it doesn't taste nearly as nasty as cheap vodka, I understand. I simply must purchase some.