Thursday, Mar. 03, 2005 - 1:30 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Red Wine on an Empty Stomach
waga waga... I got this at Onewetleg's:
Waga waga. Not sure I agree with that . what in heaven's name did I say? That's ok, mindless action flick came last. That's about right. Did I ever mention that I've gone out with a lot of people who enjoy mindless action flicks? hmmm. What's THAT about??
Well, I really should get some work done. zzzz.
the four zs there is from the two or three glasses of red wine on a pretty much empty stomach, and THEN eating. That is NOT the right order! oops!
I went by Rockstar's place with doggies... it was going to be an outing for her. oooops! again! The girlfriend (ok it WASN'T Rockstar's place, he lives on the ground floor, but rockstar was there), she lives on the second floor with treacherous winding victorian outside stairs at a steep and nondoggywitharthritis-friendly angle. So doggy stayed outside in the snow and I visited for way too long.
Rockstar is doing totally great. In fact he followed me up the stairs, and I didn't recognize him cuz he was dressed in someone else's clothes, and his hair was neither bleached blond nor dyed black, but in fact died a non-greying (his natural color) relatively authentic dark blondish color. So yes, he is up and about. Yes he is drinking wine again. He totally looks fine. I got to see the gash in his neck, which was only a few centimeters from his spine (yikes!)... the stitches are out and it is just a bit pink. The facial stab was only a couple stitches... his glasses meant it went in, and then skirted around the glasses in just a scratching manner. The arm is worse since it got a nerve. But he says it is all so surreal... bending down to put on your boots, and straightening up to a rather cherubic looking 19yr old with a butcherknife bearing down on you spouting bizarre "kill you" psychotic ravings. Wow.
So, I got the whole story. Several times. Once with photos of the new wounds and newspaper clippings. yikes.
And drank too much wine and stayed too long. But I'm so glad he is ok. Yay!
I am sure I have interesting and funny things to say but I am totally going to crash if I don't get working RIGHT NOW!! And I promised the Leo's Dog people I would send it to them on Friday. Yup, that is in TWO DAYS. Actually take away tonight and it is ONE DAY. What was I thinking? Well, a deadline does one good.
So, back to work. zzzzz
Can I tell you how tempting it is to go to bed. And then go to watercolor class. And um then what? hehe. no I will work...
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