Tonight:
1. I bought a bottle of the greatest fluid the human race ever has, and probably ever will, produce,
Tanqueray No. 10.
2. Hung out with the janitor at Save On Foods for an hour while he swept the floor and discussed relationships.
3. Drove around town for an hour with the roof off singing along to Cake's Pressure Chief.
4. Stopped in at the casino for 15 minutes and won $45.
Last Night:
1. In my typically clever and witty Henderson-inninni rhetoric style I cleverly and wittily told a rather attractive young woman "I'm going to kick you in the cunt."
2. Three hours later I made out with her.
It's been a good couple of days; I'm in an inexplicable and undefeatable good mood.
It's spring-time and change is in the air. I can feel it as if it's a tangible substance that I could purchase at the local grocery store, sandwich between two pieces of flax bread, and devour in the most gluttonous display of debauchery ever seen in the northern hemisphere. I'm not sure where it's taking me and, for once, I don't care.