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Jul. 6th, 2000 06:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehI climbed off the couch at about four o'clock yesterday after a six hour nap and headed to the golf course. My boss's son Kenny works in the pro shop of the course I live next to...I walk in and he tosses me a free golf cart key and "waives" my green fees.
We might play golf together this afternoon, but I need to have my clubs regripped pretty urgently. They are worn hard and my hands are torn up from gripping the club too tightly. I think Kenny is going to do that for me this weekend...I'll buy the grips today. OUCH! Maybe not...I just checked my funds. My balances are ailing until next Friday...I've got fifty bucks until then. I need to fire my accountant.........no need to, I QUIT!
We might play golf together this afternoon, but I need to have my clubs regripped pretty urgently. They are worn hard and my hands are torn up from gripping the club too tightly. I think Kenny is going to do that for me this weekend...I'll buy the grips today. OUCH! Maybe not...I just checked my funds. My balances are ailing until next Friday...I've got fifty bucks until then. I need to fire my accountant.........no need to, I QUIT!