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Hmmmmmm, whiskey. My new favorite poison.

I quite smoking fags, as folks call them elsewheres, and it seems that I've gotten an itch for something else, to take up the slack? Rob, my illustrious and currently-elsewheres roommate, got me a bottle of Jack instead of a cake. My request.

Thanks for birthday wishes. I was in bed with a fever, "resting up". I'm celebrating tonight, sort of. I went out with two friends tonight who are Very Lovely Company and made livascious comments about cute bar folk until one of us (not I) got tired and we meandered to our respective homes.

Why not stay and flirt? I'm feeling just now like bars are too complicated alone, too many decisions in too few hours without the filter/antennae of friends. So I trotted my happy ass home, took a shot, set some music recording, and here I am. Ca va.

Swapped a cd of mp3 albums with a friend tonight, and
Music on tap tonight includes The Go Team's "Thunder, Lightning, Strike"
Happiness is mine.
Me without downhome music <-> slug on salt