OK!
What I have realized about this posting-everyday thing is that it’s physically impossible. Some days I just can’t find the time. It was a good experiment, at least. Yes? Yes. Also, it’s a fair example of the way-of-things-lately that this paragraph has taken me two hours to type. So, last night, Cindi and I went on a date, or at least I think that’s what our server at Azia thought. Since I am extremely helpful, I found her many, many boyfriends, although she’s so damn picky, she won’t even consider them if they’re gay or crazy. Afterwards, we journeyed to Town Talk, and again it felt like I hadn’t been there forever, even though I know that’s not true. The staff still knew who we were, so that’s a good sign. We were joined by Jumi and had us some Mexican wrestlers, we got to know Peter (our only previous acquaintance with whom involved arm-wrestling), discussed the immense awesomeness of Alaska, and accused Nick of being crabby, because it’s the funniest thing in the universe and puts him into giant-spaz mode. He even knows that’s why I do it, and it still works every single time. As always, it was intended to be an early night. I was just happy to be in bed slightly after midnight. Today, I am wearing a garish orange wifebeater, and that alone is enough to prequalify this as another Best Day Ever. Add to that the fact I got it off the clearance rack for FOUR DOLLARS, and it’s a sure thing. Jenni