Who said I'm losing my stride?
For a bit there, I honestly thought I was. Missed classes like crazy in a vain attempt to recuperate from a frenzied Spring Break, and spent last weekend doing God-knows-what. Lots of park experiences, plenty of wandering around, and a great deal of good ol' fashioned fun. Which is not without it's price. I was sickly and lethargic on Monday, as well as about $100 poorer. Tuesday, however, I picked up the pace again, and was, well, back out on the town last night. Now I'm between classes once more, still trying to figure out my jumbled schedule, and panicking at the thought of Easter on the horizon.
Still looking for a car.....anyone? Anyone?
The bartending has really picked up. Already the owner was gone for the weekend, and I was left to run the place. This will be happening again in the next three weekends. This is strange, because A.), I'm slightly perturbed at the amount of trust these guys apparently have in me, and B.), there are some REAL psychos in that neck of the woods. Because the place is kinda small as well, it's hard to properly escape the guy who just won't leave the front of the bar. And talk. And talk. And talk. It's amazing to me the number of people who go to bars alone, assuming that there will be an available ear 'round every corner. Sad, definitely, which is why I'm willing to comply, but not for hours on end.
Must clean my place. I've got a pretty decent Lost and Found going already, and chess is The Game these days. It's funny, I'm actually back to being a respectable opponent - something I haven't been in years.
Alright, gotta run. Everyone should call me. So there.
Still looking for a car.....anyone? Anyone?
The bartending has really picked up. Already the owner was gone for the weekend, and I was left to run the place. This will be happening again in the next three weekends. This is strange, because A.), I'm slightly perturbed at the amount of trust these guys apparently have in me, and B.), there are some REAL psychos in that neck of the woods. Because the place is kinda small as well, it's hard to properly escape the guy who just won't leave the front of the bar. And talk. And talk. And talk. It's amazing to me the number of people who go to bars alone, assuming that there will be an available ear 'round every corner. Sad, definitely, which is why I'm willing to comply, but not for hours on end.
Must clean my place. I've got a pretty decent Lost and Found going already, and chess is The Game these days. It's funny, I'm actually back to being a respectable opponent - something I haven't been in years.
Alright, gotta run. Everyone should call me. So there.