2004-01-20 - 11:24 a.m.
friday night at the pill was blastish. i drank, i danced, i did shots, i hugged, i kissed, i posed for photos, i chatted, i sneaked into the men's room to pee, i did bad things, i did good things, i acted like mrs. robinson. all in all, a good night.
the rest of the weekend was in a lower gear, which was fine by me. i caught up on some of my netflix. i read a book ("the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime" - clever and funny, the narrator is autistic which was incredibly interesting). i went to providence, went shopping, and lamented how much the city has changed (not for the better) since i went to college there. it's gone from indie to mainstream, to use a stupid expression.
it's another hellweek at work, where are the reinforcements i requested? and no, the dried fruit we received as an xmas bonus doesn't count. i'm not kidding. i wish i was.
