damn it, janet

I just saw a mouse in the kitchen. Why will they not learn?!?

After a long and disgruntling day at Flood, we ran off to the bar with British Boy. One of the Janets was there, drinking away, and she bought us rounds so we became warm and fuzzy. She makes these shots, Damnit Janets, that taste faintly of fruit juice. All I know is that they're mostly liquor and there's 151 in there. They'll get you there before you realize it.

We talked about our new game, which is sort of a black ops/psycore sort of operation. At this rate we're going to be the bloody French Foreign Legion the more I hear about the characters. My hangover seems to be in the form of waking up at 9am and not being able to get back to sleep. I want a hamburger.

Sonic, one of the things I miss most when I'm away

Few things cure a hangover better than food that's bad for you. Possessed of an unnatural craving for Sonic, I braved the daylight hours to get a burger, tater tots, and a bacon & egg sandwich. It was so delicious, and most likely unhealthy. I ate it all. I almost ordered the super tater tots, which are covered in chili, cheese, jalapenos and ranch dressing.

The hangover was a good thing I suppose. It got me out of the house very early, on a gorgeous day. Blue cloudless sky, a wild wind, sixty five degrees and sunshine. Lovely, even if the wind makes driving more hazardous than usual.

There are so many commercials for lawyers on television. I wonder about that. Not to mention the news story about the man who hacked a dog to death with an axe in front of three little kids, or the football player who was paralyzed during last Friday during 5A playoffs, or the Massachusetts court ruling that the state ban on same sex marriages is unconstitutional.