Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye

I've been spending an alarming amount of time playing HL. I blame Stephen. And Valve.

Winter is finally here. It's about damn time.

As I type this post, Richard is on his way back from Chicago carrying a bottle of bourbon* that will soon be mine.

If anyone else wants to see Martin Sexton in April let me know, soon.

Casino blackjack is my new favorite thing. But only when I can turn $120 into $600. So basically just the one time.

Apparently my propane grill does not meet fire code. Boo, safety.

The YMCA gym is set aside for adult basketball every weekday from 12 - 2. Thanks, the Y!

* Only the greatest bourbon ever while simultaneously being the main ingredient in a drink commonly known as a pappnapple.