Begin 2009
Every year I resolve to write more. I also fail to do so, so every year I can recycle the resolution. As an experiment, we'll see how many days in a row I can update this journal before I give up or get lazy. It will probably be less than a month.
I woke up at about noon today, only slightly fragile from last night's celebrations. Work let out early (7:00), so I wandered down to the District Tavern. They wouldn't open until 8:00, so I walked across the street to my apartment and played with Alma for the hour, while drinking the single Guinness that accompanied me from my old apartment.
Without enough water or food, I had about six pints of beer, which justified the establishment's lack of a cover charge. Their motto for the evening was, "No cover, No champagne", though one bartender occasionally offered disappointed revelers the Champagne of Beers, Miller High Life. I listened to the musical acts, kissed an ecologist from Manchester at midnight, and stumbled home to enjoy six hours of oblivion in my bed, before Alma roused me for a little ear-scratching.
Today I'm eating bagels, watching a few movies, and beginning to unpack my belongings at a leisurely pace. Alma is utilizing my large windows and an overturned cardboard box top to sunbathe. I'll have to buy a cable modem and have it partitioned sometime this weekend, but in the meantime I seem to be able to grab internet from Tooley's, the coffee shop across the street.
I woke up at about noon today, only slightly fragile from last night's celebrations. Work let out early (7:00), so I wandered down to the District Tavern. They wouldn't open until 8:00, so I walked across the street to my apartment and played with Alma for the hour, while drinking the single Guinness that accompanied me from my old apartment.
Without enough water or food, I had about six pints of beer, which justified the establishment's lack of a cover charge. Their motto for the evening was, "No cover, No champagne", though one bartender occasionally offered disappointed revelers the Champagne of Beers, Miller High Life. I listened to the musical acts, kissed an ecologist from Manchester at midnight, and stumbled home to enjoy six hours of oblivion in my bed, before Alma roused me for a little ear-scratching.
Today I'm eating bagels, watching a few movies, and beginning to unpack my belongings at a leisurely pace. Alma is utilizing my large windows and an overturned cardboard box top to sunbathe. I'll have to buy a cable modem and have it partitioned sometime this weekend, but in the meantime I seem to be able to grab internet from Tooley's, the coffee shop across the street.