OOooooh, ye-ah-ah.

There are times when I truly, deeply, all out enjoy going out. Not because I get drunk, or hook up (though both are truly noble, NOBLE reasons for the big happy), but because I have the promise, of a promise of hooking up. IE, I was a flirty mo fo and folks flirted back. That makes me...um...frustrated, and yet silently joyous. It means that I still got some magic left, even if no one is doing conjuring and transfigurations with my wand...

*ahem*

Yeah, too much information, but you know, deal with it.

I talked the best game I have in a while to a nice young comedienne from NYC, and again with a friend's sorta roomate's friend (and the sorta roomate--to some degree of giggly, even if it was mostly the whiskey talkin', not me), and Hot Girl With Boyfriend.

Hot Girl With Boyfriend was, urm, HOT and too flirty, and the boyfriend was, how do you say? Stupid and not there. All I know is that I was given information about my status on the "list" as it were that gave me hope and smiles, and well, let's just say that I'm not Quasimodo.

All I know is that (oh, god, will he sometime in the near future fucking shut up already about this shit!?!?!?) I'm a camel, and that I'm taking applications from the interested. Cuz, you know...August 23rd, 1999 11:30pm and counting is just too goddam long.

Right. Enought TMI for now. I'm going to go and read, and sleep and wake up wondering just how much Vodka Mat was pouring into my drinks...cuz, woahhhhh....I'm toasty...

Thank you Dave for driving, cuz, dear LORD, it's been a while since I've been "Parlour Happy."

Perhaps I can deal with work tomorrow...and maybe, just maybe, I can be suave sometime in the near future.

Bah, screw that. I'm a geek, and I'm proud! Viva Las Locos!

TOO MUCH CAFFIIIIINE!!!

So yeah...soooo didn't sleep even anywhere near enough...but I managed to get to work on time.

Someone explain something to me: Why issit that I can get up and to work on time when I haven't slept but 2 1/2 hours, but I can't haul my ass outta bed when I've had 6 hours solid? Huh, why is that?

It's been busy today, and it don't look like it's going to slow down. Good thing that we have a free supply of all the soda we can drink (MOUNTAIN DEW! TASTE THE NEON GREEN SPRAY!), and I got music blaring.

The James Brown CDs that I got from Amazon last night are skipping on the player in my office, and that pisses me off to no end. Especially since it's skipping on "Popcorn Mamma" (the one that Prince quotes on "Get Off"...you know: "It reminds me of something James used to say: 'I like 'em fat, I like 'em proud there's gotta be a momma for me' so won't you swing that big ass 'round so I can work on that zipper baby!" Ah, Prince--hey, Penny, what's your favorite Prince Song? :-) ), so I might have to call up Amazon and get medieval on their collective ass. Yay.

But tonight will be something kinda special, since it's all about Barenaked Ladies at The Wiltern Theatre! Woooo! And I have to think up some good questions, because they are doing a Q&A session during the show...Wow...

And then tomorrow, Underground, and then ASS EARLY saturday to Yankee Doodles for The Game...Man, no sleep til brooklyn!