Dude. It's October. I woke up this, um, afternoon to painfully blue skies and something cool in the air. It's like the sun finally decided to back the fuck up and it's fall now.

Like I just said to May over the instant messenger, I'm glad Nature decided to wait until the day before I fucking leave to grace Florida with a season change.

Oh, yeah. I'm going to upstate New York. Leave at 3am tonight. Plane tickets were purchased, drunkenly, around noon on Monday. I was a little worried that I had somehow fucked up and, like, bought a one-way ticket to Idaho or something, but everything looks OK. I guess a person learns to function after spending a week of being drunk for more hours than working and sleeping, combined.

Here is where I could talk about the two empty bottles of whiskey in my room and maybe explain WHY there are two empty bottles of whiskey in my room, but you know what? DON'T FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT.

I will say one thing, though. Maybe I need to find a way to deal that doesn't involve broken bones, whiskey and airplanes.

Just a thought.

That reminds me...I LOVE BIENSOUL 4 EVA. Ahem. First, she sends May and I some Pirates of the Caribbean pins. THEN she leaves a very sweet voice mail asking how I'm doing and you know what? That made me feel fifty times better. So, yes. Thank you, Jessi.

Which reminds me, again, of something. Go look at 12% Beer's new layout. Holy shit. Make Joey your king and worship, fuckers.

Let's see...I'm sure there was something else to talk about, but I kinda want a sandwich and that's all I can really think about right now.

Since I won't be sleeping tonight, I'll more than likely update before I leave. And, hey, if you're in the area, how about we meet up at the casino in our finest cocktail dresses? I'll be the girl in a red sequined number, dangerously low-cut to show off what ain't there. You'll find me curled up under the blackjack table, grabbing people's ankles as they walk past and giggling. Can't miss me.

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