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So I'm back at the bar tonight. I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice to do something normal again. Apparently James told all the regulars I was having some kind of surgery, so I need to make up a story about that. Maybe he'll even forget what really happened, which would probably be better for everyone involved.

Anyone have any surgical horror stories they'd like to share? I'm tempted to tell everyone who asks a different story just to mess with them, but it would probably be easier to just have one really convincing story.

( Something from Carl Sagan )

In the immortal words of every star wars character ever, I've got a BAD feeling about this.

What am I bringing to this party anyway?

I don't really understand why people have sex. I can conceive why love happens, but sex seems like too much dramatics for an exchange of bodily fluids. Yay. Gross sweaty people. Woo.

I hate people my own age, it's all they talk about. I'm never going to have it, unless someone can convince me otherwise. Which I doubt.

So my incredibly wonderful boyfriend is making me a birthday dinner at his on Sunday night, but if anybody wants to pop by my place before then (morning/afternoon) to help me eat cake please do! I'll be home all day and would love to see you!

I am bored! You people bore me!

No, I'm just bored all around.

Help!

I've been thinking about trying to get a better job than just pouring drinks. Except I ain't got no experience and not a lot of people employ ex-cons. I don't really know what I'd do either. I can't think of anything that I want to do.

I'm just tired of listening to drunk people.

And super fucking glad this singing thing is over. I got some kind of wicked deja vu over it too. Weird.

Finally broke down and picked myself up a flat screen TV; guy at the store somehow conned me into a Blu-Ray player. There was a discount on it when I got the TV; not that I ever intend to buy a damn blu-ray disc. Most films today suck horrifically.

What I do need is a new VCR, mine's been shot for awhile now and apparently no one sells them anymore. But I've got some old movies I prefer to watch, and they're only on VHS.

Fuck it, I'm going to have a cigar and a whiskey-coke on the balcony, and then probably pop off to bed.