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Whew...what a weekend! I was only an hour and a half late for work...Doh! That reminds me, I found a Homer Simpson neck-tie that says, "I'm dangerously unqualified for my job"...I don't wear neck-ties but it seems like a justifiable method of wasting money.

Where am I?...oh yeah, sorry I went askew of my thought plane for a second. Anyhow, if my liver could summarize the weekend it would say two words to me: "you ass."

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My coffee is steaming up the lenses of my glasses everytime I take a drink. I can't recall that ever happening before, though I don't wear my glasses too often.
Conclusion:
1.Don't drink coffee when wearing glasses.
2.Don't wear glasses while drinking coffee.
3.Don't wear glasses and don't drink coffee.
4.I have too much time on my hands if I'm speaking aloud of this.

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Back to my weekend...

Friday:
Friday is usually self-destruct mode, something that should be a staple in everyone's diet of indulgences. Billy, Evans and I breezed through the liquor store purchasing two cases of their fine domestic beer and navigated to my humble cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Dave is a guy who lives in a cabin about half a mile down a dirt lane from mine. One of the most interesting people I've ever met...I make it a point to visit him when I'm drinking myself into oblivion. This guy drinks from sunrise to sunset to the forlorn early morning hours that are my most waking moments. If there was ever anyone more Waldenistic in their way of living than Dave, I've never met them. Part fisherman, philospher, alcoholic, and one hell of a nice guy, he bares the most unique of social mindsets. He reads a lot, and has turned me on to several books like "Tropic of Capricorn" which I am reading now. The clothing and shoes that people throw aside for the pleasures of new trendy threads compose his wardrobe...bare essentials. So that's Dave.
Evans and I improvised a few songs we commonly halfway know while drinking, smoking, and sitting around the campfire. Billy and Evans always get trashed in a hurry, and to top that off Evans regurgitated after sampling one of Dave's finest chile peppers...he saw me eat one and thought "why the hell shouldn't I be crying, sweating and guzzling beer like Matt over there?" I love peppers, and Dave is always trying to burn me...I normally eat'em and smile but his latest batch is mucho stout. Billy and Evans drunkenly drove away leaving their share of beer for me and Dave to consume. Beer being almost completely consumed, I wandered toward my cabin to pass out blissfully.

Saturday:
Sirens? Wha? I opened my eyes and looked out the cabin window...a mile across the river was a artsy craftsy backwoods festival called Chitaqua, and they must have thought it was a good idea to have a fire truck blaring its sirens all morning for the kids and such. It wasn't exactly a good idea to a hungover infidel trying to sleep in on a Saturday morning. I freebased a bottle of seven up to rehydrate myself. Up Yours?...Oh yeah! Up Mine! The idiocy in commercials astounds me.

.......coffee break/intermission........