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May. 15th, 2000 05:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehAh Monday...I have a feeling this will be the best Monday of this week!
My weekend in Indianapolis was surprisingly fun. I took my mother out to lunch at Don Pablo's on Saturday and watched her shop for clothing for a bit. Shopping doesn't thrill me but it was nice spending time together. I got some strange looks in the department stores...my black t-shirt I was wearing says, "Can't sleep...clowns will eat me." Perhaps the Bozo's were offended?
To my delight a large group of my friends drove to Indy to celebrate a birthday. I met up with them at Danny and Caroline's house and proceeded to consume large quantities of alcohol. We went clubbing, had burritos "as big as my head" (no kidding!) at La Bamba's, and piled ten people into a taxi van to get back to Danny's house. We pissed off the cab driver...I didn't feel bad about it because he was obviously stoned and drove like a moron. Have you ever seen a cab driver who burns incense in his vehicle? This guy was as obliterated as any one of us...I wanted to ditch the $45 cab fare.
I was in an unusually poor mood last week. I'm generally a pretty amiable guy, but scavenging for sleep draws the pessimist out of hiding. Sunday evening I inadvertently rejuvenated myself by falling asleep waiting for the X-Files...I awoke around 1:00 a.m., an hour after I was supposed to be at work. Whoops! No one is around to notice when I am less than punctual, I work alone.
I'm full of nervous energy, perhaps I'll go to the driving range and hit some golf balls.
My weekend in Indianapolis was surprisingly fun. I took my mother out to lunch at Don Pablo's on Saturday and watched her shop for clothing for a bit. Shopping doesn't thrill me but it was nice spending time together. I got some strange looks in the department stores...my black t-shirt I was wearing says, "Can't sleep...clowns will eat me." Perhaps the Bozo's were offended?
To my delight a large group of my friends drove to Indy to celebrate a birthday. I met up with them at Danny and Caroline's house and proceeded to consume large quantities of alcohol. We went clubbing, had burritos "as big as my head" (no kidding!) at La Bamba's, and piled ten people into a taxi van to get back to Danny's house. We pissed off the cab driver...I didn't feel bad about it because he was obviously stoned and drove like a moron. Have you ever seen a cab driver who burns incense in his vehicle? This guy was as obliterated as any one of us...I wanted to ditch the $45 cab fare.
I was in an unusually poor mood last week. I'm generally a pretty amiable guy, but scavenging for sleep draws the pessimist out of hiding. Sunday evening I inadvertently rejuvenated myself by falling asleep waiting for the X-Files...I awoke around 1:00 a.m., an hour after I was supposed to be at work. Whoops! No one is around to notice when I am less than punctual, I work alone.
I'm full of nervous energy, perhaps I'll go to the driving range and hit some golf balls.