MY WEAK END

I'd love to see people, do things, get out of the house, etc. And I may! But if anyone wants to hang out, you're driving. My two modes right now are It Hurts To Drive and I Am High On Drugs, and I don't relish either.

I can walk just fine, though. Maybe I'll walk down to 17th. Must take the right route, because "Aqua Man" lives around the corner from me now. In the same trailer park as Pirate Phil. Whoof.

Lost in a one story town
Where everything's close to the ground
Yeah the same shit goes down
Nothing comes around
It's a one, story. town.

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Thank you burntcurtis for taking me out on an impromptu and very romantic man-date. We walked about at UCI, had a coffee at one of the last remaining Diedrich (!), bothered titmongler there, ate a good round-eye chinese meal, and finally went to the CVS so I could get opiates and milk.

And yeah, tight jeans are dumb, John.

And yeah, Michael McDonald does suck.

Stop now and put down your pencil. Do not get up or raise your hand. Wait until the proctor announces the end of the examination.