Those Poor Outlook Express Users. 4 May 2000

11:09 PM: I swore I wasn't going to go out to Bondage a Go Go last night. I was too tired, I'd been taking too much time off, I didn't want to be hung over the next day, I didn't feel like going out, bla bla bla. You know the rest of this story.

It wasn't as good as a couple weeks ago. They moved it to the ground floor of the club, which really didn't make much difference but was surprising. There were more looky-loos, no spanking to distract them. But most of all, the music sucked by comparison. It was all too techno-ish, or bombastic crapola, and most of all, too fast. I'm an old guy, I can't move that quickly. And no Siouxsie! At all! Pfeh.

Quite drunk was I. I seem to remember doing this before. If I remember correctly, vomiting and blackouts are involved. Maybe I'll just read a book.

Today was another Nothing day so far. Got up late, a little hungover, a little bit still drunk, felt fine after a shower. Didn't go eat, but there was free cold pizza. Today was the last Snack!® until they get the corporate budget finalized. If that's not a fucking burning bush written on the wall I don't know what. All that's missing is the ghost's voice yelling "Get out! Get out now!"

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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