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The bar near me has gotten increasingly loud. Now they've been allowed outdoor seating and it is out of control. I think I have to be a dick and complain to the authorities. It is not like this is a cool bar, mind you. It is a shit-tastic bar and its patrons spread drunkenly and hollering throughout my neighborhood. If I threw a party that loud and that late I would be inviting the cops, so they should as well.

Last night I went to a 'friends and family' opening of the new art museum's rooftop restaurant. But in pathetic Madison style, it was a cash bar and the food was lame little appetizers like shrimp. Not that I don't like shrimp, but it is not exactly a demonstration of a restaurants abilities. Combined with the fact that everyone was ugly, old, dull, and (in their own eyes) rich, it was really horrible. I scooted home to a few glasses of wine.

Today work might actually be letting up a little bit. It has been killing me recently.

The old car, the one I'm selling, wasn't as expensive to fix as I had thought. Now all I need is a new muffler for it and it is ready for its craigslist send-off. Anyone want a 90 Volvo?

I've picked up Jane Bowle's Two Serious Ladies. This is Paul Bowle's wife. It is already a little creepy and interesting.

Today is a pizza party for our grad students. I really try to socialize properly, I really do.

I need a vacation and some travel. Some sexy travel.