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Nov. 16th, 2008 08:05 pmSomething about the cold, about the time of year, makes me miss old friends and cigarettes and glasses of
bourbon. I'd like to be drinking and smoking and hanging out with Gene right now.
My first trip out of the house in ten days, and I seem to have picked up a cold from my contact with the teeming hordes. Lovely. I'm ready to be done with sickness and tiredness.
I'm getting old, because the excitement of my day was buying a robot to clean the floors. Now our Roomba has a friend Scooba.
bourbon. I'd like to be drinking and smoking and hanging out with Gene right now.
My first trip out of the house in ten days, and I seem to have picked up a cold from my contact with the teeming hordes. Lovely. I'm ready to be done with sickness and tiredness.
I'm getting old, because the excitement of my day was buying a robot to clean the floors. Now our Roomba has a friend Scooba.