taswell

Today has been bullshit. A lot of hurry-up-and-wait dynamics in the office today. I'm writing my daily journal entry a little early today because we're going to a bar after work for a bittersweet going away party, and I question how coherent I'll be after the fact. Truly, one of the biggest perks of this gig is all the free liqour that comes my way.

I really hate taking multivitamins. They taste bad, they make me gag going down, and when I belch, they make me gag again. However, I find the strong golden color they turn my pee to be most satisfying. That's really the reason I keep choking down these things. Fuck the health benefits.

So I've managed to organize a small band of idiots for Sunday night's Incredibly Strange Wrestling event. I only have a vague idea what to expect from this thing, but all I hope for is a rowdy, drunken good time. I feel like getting loaded off cheap, foul gin or bottom shelf tequila is the only way to do it right. And, hey, it sure would be cool to see some SG people there. Heck, there's a reason I added it to the calendar!

C'mon baby, there's no need to bitch.

Have I told you that my genitals itch?