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2003-11-30 - 7:30 a.m. As it stands, at 7.30 on this Red Sunday morning, I have a want to releive the total boredom I am placed under, here at work, by fulfilling my dream of vomiting my last nights failed activities. The evening started very well, I made a tradition portuguese dish "bholinos de bacalhau" or Cod Fish Balls for the unninitiated. I made them very well so I was pleased. My delicious missus and I then drove for an hour or so to her dear friends house for a house warming party and I received my warranted accolades for said fish balls. Started to get loose and sociable around two hours later, funnily enough shortly after the girl who bought jello vodka shots arrived. Then we came home, after all, I HAD to drive and HAD to be here at this ungodly hour this morning. After getting home I called our crew, they were just about to leave the cosy confines of a friends place to go to a bar for a few drinks and such. with great nashing of teeth I eventually decided to go just for a bit. Walked through the door of the bar and was accosted by the bouncer/doorman git. License?, no problem, Im 32! $5? problem. its 12.30 and the bar shuts at 1. So you want me to pay 5 dollars for the privelage of seeing my friends and paying another 12/15 dollars on drinks in the next 30 minutes? Yes. how about No. so I turned my tail and fled, slowly. indicating in my usual invisible way my extreme disgust at lifes cruel whips. Damn, that was boring. anyway, here I am now 18 computers at my fingertips and no brain intensive processing to do but this dribble. p * * |