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Friday, September
05, 2003 at 16:18:27 (EDT) |
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I get knocked down, but I stay there
I finally saw Enon!
They had a record release show last night at Luxx,
although I was so drunk I forgot all about buying the record. I'll
get it eventually. There were a lot of people there who looked vaguely
familiar, other Ohioans who made it to Brooklyn. Always nice to see.
It was way too crowded for me to try to talk to John, the lead singer,
to see if he remembers me from his college days before he was a rockstar.
My lesson for the night: don't drink a combination of Sierra
Nevada, Brooklyner
Weisse, and Jameson's
Irish Whiskey (and in that order). Sure, you'll get drunk in
a most pleasant way, but the next day ... whoa. This day has totally
been lost. I overslept and woke up in several kinds of pain. I tried
to work but trying to read words on a computer screen was giving
me intense malaise. So I slept most of the day away (well, when
I wasn't barfing or writhing in agony, much to the kittens' delight).
Now I'm trying to get enough work done so that nobody yells at me.
Actually that's my normal attitude during a workday.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Thursday, September
04, 2003 at 17:16:23 (EDT) |
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I'll have a pint with you, Sir!
Yes! I'm totally organizing something like this
here. Listen up, Brits! We're going to every bar in Brooklyn and we
won't stop until we've been to them all, from Alibi
to Zombie
Hut. See? Nihilism can be fun! At least for the people doing it
(sounds like other bar patrons don't enjoy barfing Britons).
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Wednesday, September
03, 2003 at 16:42:42 (EDT) |
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20 eyes in my head, and they're all ... infected
I want to buy a car, if only for one reason: to find a vet who doesn't
make me wait for hours for a 2 minute exam. They tricked me this morning
into thinking they had no other appointments, so I went in at 10 AM.
I came out at 1 PM. 3 friggin' hours. I knew what the kitten needed.
It's the white one, his eyes are still sort of messed up.  I
knew that he needed oral antibiotics, at this point they should just
give me license to write my own cat prescriptions, it's almost always
the same thing: Clavamox.
The vet prescribes it for everything, from Hubcap's abscess
to Decatur's "Fever
of Unknown Origin." 1001 uses.
So now the question that looms is "Do I keep working until
8 PM tonight, to make up for all the lost time?" I think we
all know the answer to that.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Tuesday, September
02, 2003 at 11:02:05 (EDT) |
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He's mighty mighty just lettin' it all hang
out
 Two
years ago today, God took 21 pounds of clay and made us a cat. Happy
birthday, Mr. Bones! Today you can eat all the grass you want, and
we will limit comments making light of your weight to one per person.
Also, happy birthday to Juli!
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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