The entry that was not meant to be.
I typed several paragraphs of poo here not even 5 minutes ago. I spoke of my evening and the day leading up to it… who I went out with for dinner and what transpired. How I ended up home instead of in jail, etc. It was all here. Then, in a swift click of a mouse button (the wrong fucking button), it all went away. Gone.
I’m tired and don’t have the patience to attempt to recreate that shit. Even if I could, I would know it wasn’t the original stream of thought… hence, I’m going to bed.
Sorry.
ps. happy 7-7-7
After seeing all this traffic, I’d be drinking, too! My God, how do y’all deal with it? Craig’s from So Cal, so he doesn’t think it’s so bad. Cy-Fair sucks ass, I’m sorry to say.
I’m sorry your weekend got off to a rough start, but at least it appears you got some sleep!
I hate when I do that.
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