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[grindmonkeh]

My new apartment is now inhabitable. My friend Brad helped me move everything that I needed assistance with except my bar. I'm still not sure what to do with that bad fugger. It was good hanging with Brad. I was a sleep deprived madman, and he was pretty Bradly. He had to take off, so he helped me load my kitchen table into my truck and Joe helped me unload it after I drove it over. That was enough for the day, so I went over to Joe and my Stacey's and watched All the Pretty Horses and Save the Last Dance. I had about six tasty beers, and in doing so I was thus adept to that which may befall unto scrutible litany in such refined demeanor as perhaps any discursions to one's own insight may lead.

I was late for work this morning. My lack of sleep caught up with me a bit last night, and I zonked from 1:30 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. I got to work just in time...our Sun equipment arrived and I signed for it about ten minutes later. Work has been boring, but interjected by online convo. I just found my raise letter...it's not that great but at least it's a raise.

I can't get online from my apartment because the phone company is taking a week to transfer my telephone service to my new address. Is that insane? I'm curious to see how much worse my dial-up will be in the new locale.

I'm driving to Indianapolis tonight to set up my mom's computer and then hang with Danny and Carolyn. First I need a shower, an oilchange, and a lobotomy.

There must be something else
There must be something good
Far away...

Comments

[ex-oki86.livejournal.com]

whatcha gonna do with that bar?

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

1. sell it
2. store it
3. use it
4. take a chainsaw to it

fuggifino...probably store it unless I get a decent offer.