Late
Just after 3am... wish I was clear thinking enough to ponder what Theresa is thinking... but I am supposed to call her about 5:30ish tomorrow afternoon. My first thought in my analytical mind, plus several beers, says... sketchy. Damn, I hate that. Don't listen to me now.
Good night otherwise... stayed on bottles... allowed to keep my sanity.... could of lost it though. Small memories come to mind... but nothing to major to write about.
My fingers are crossed for tomorrow... despite Benny's despair that I'm "taking his woman."
posted by opiatedsherpa @ 3:16 a.m.
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Never mind, man. Do what you have to do and don't take any guff from Benny.
Remember, if things get too rough, you can always send a telegram to the right people...explaining your situation.
(I don't know what that last part really means, but it's a Hunter S. Thompson quote, and it sounds cool.)
In any event, may the force be with you.
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