damfest's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- feline fiesta Went out last night with Cory. Met him at the PL for a couple round of drinks and complimentary popcorn but the broken light fixture over the pool table deterred our efforts to shoot a few games. So off we went in my car to the Parkade, to the new Cypress, where the pool room was ours for the taking. Three bottles of Schlitz apiece and we each won three games. We decided to break the tie back at the PL, lights or no lights. Drove back, played two more games, Cory winning both, and yakked it up with this old drunk hippie who went on and on about Ignatius from A Confederacy of Dunces and being high on pot while flying bombing missions over Libya in the 80s. There was no action at the bar and the Yankees won the Series. I came home and slunk into bed. I got up this morning and did not feel good. Not hungover, but enough out of my element that I could very easily have justified to myself calling in sick and returning to bed. I didn't though. I went to work and considered leaving a couple times during the morning but stuck it out and made it through the workday. I came home and promptly went back to bed. A few hours of sleep and I was feeling better. Now I'm halfway through NCfOM but I'm feeling tired again, so back to bed I go. >>>>><<<<< I've lived here at the Mandalay for nearly three years and this week is the first time my upstairs neighbor, who shares a parking spot with me, has been gone for more than a day. I haven't seen her car since this past weekend. Good for her for finally taking a vacation. I do have to wonder though who she convinced to come and feed her army of cats. 11:45 p.m. - 2009-11-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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