So hey, you'll never guess what room I got this week? I'll give you some hints:
-I mention it in a previous post
-I was not in the room at the time
-I slept on the couch last night

What a terrible way to end the day.  A long day of travel, work and a harsh workout and then, as you hop into bed, you realize where you are... then you just want to wash yourself in fire and maybe a giant fucking brillo pad of doom because shit, that's awful.

My weekend was fairly spectactular and totally ruled.  Also, I got some girl's phone number I will probably not call her because hey, that's my m.o. Also, I am terrified of talking to women, because being shy is cool, right? Well, it seems to be working out for this guy. Okay, maybe not, but it is a funny comic.

Otherwise, I just chilled in Chicago, caught up with some friends, and got blitzed hardcore friday night.  And of course I got the girl's number when I was at the third bar of three of the night.  When else would I be getting it?

Since I got loaded three times last week, this is an official no beer work-week.  And as usual, the one thing I want more then anything is a beer.  Part of me says that is a problem, but mostly I think I just want what I am denying myself.  Kinda how anorexics want food, or those dudes(Haji and Koby) I strangled last weekend totally wanted air.

Most recent cd purchase:  Flaming Lips.  Its true, they do seem to be happiness condensed.
- posted by Pat @ 8:46 PM