I realized then that I might have a very self deprecating audience who both long to see their name in lights (and out of context), as well as to see what that other jackass I hang out with might have done lately. I hope I have been steadily providing both.
The most tragic and sad occurrence of this day, now dwindling down at 10:26pm, is the kid at the world series who was just on national TV long enough to burn a image of himself into the minds of millions (surely enough to describe him to a sketch artist, let alone to recognize him if you knew him) while clearly and downright gingerly picking his nose.
At 15, his life is over. And he doesn't even know it yet.
The second most tragic and sad occurrence of this day is that Shane said he wants to lick me like an envelope.
Even though I am mean to him, Brian is as sweet as pah and has volunteered to drive me to work in the morning (the return trip on 270 being no small feat, and probably the suckiest traffic this side of LAX) so that I can imbibe tomorrow afternoon and not have to worry about driving home. We'll be celebrating my departure,
Very much looking forward to the happiest of hours!