procrastination... the writing's on the wall.

[_monologue_]

amazing funk band last night. i want to go back! and i wanted them to play another set. paced the drinks really perfectly and could've danced all night.

all night long...

jordan didn't pick up alana.
neither did greg.
or matt. well, it was looking like matt was going to for awhile there.

and what do i wake up to this morning on the radio?
more funk. so i must've been meant to go.

character development:
swallowed my pride and asked jess to drive me downtown.

donated my soon to be defunct number to two people and email address to two people.

worried about dave. with laura. she's awesome.

kathleen apparently thought i hated the hostesses. the hostesses apparently thought i hated the hostesses.

apparently i've got rhythm. and hipbones.

ingestion:
1 swiss chalet messy chicken sandwich with fries
1 small glass chocolate milk
1 apple blossom
1 cup coffee
1 pint sleeman cream ale
1 tall double rye n ginger
1 crazy greg chocolate drink
1 rye n coke [JORDAN!]
2 rye n gingers
1 corona
1 sicilian kiss
1 labatt 50 [yes, i work at beerbistro]

remaining cash: approximately 12 dollars.
absent cash: approximately 48 dollars. not bad.