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10:00 null: Those were my knees you crazy tranny whore.
10:01 Flight Attendant: Sir, please stop screaming.
10:02 *null gets a new seat*

I had dinner at the Met Grill. Rare New York steak with garlic mashed potatoes and an excellent Caesar salad, several fingers of Basil Hayden bourbon, and a good H. Upmann robusto cigar all make for a happy null.

I'm going out of town for the weekend. Be well.

Sick out of my mind.

I also find that I really miss the friends I made in SGSeattle. That situation is long since out of my hands, and I handled it with grace and dignity. I have that at least, and it's usually enough.

Just not today.

I'll endeavor for a serious journal entry, but I fear it will elude me.

I spent some time looking at the evening sky tonight and realized how much I love this time of year. The skies fluctuate almost daily between the somber grey of a Seattle fall, and the rollicking blue of the deep summer. All the major festivals are done, so this year's best...
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I suppose I should update, but what should I say? Should I post another of my willfully shallow treatises on the shopping and dining habits of a yuppie? Perhaps anecdotes from this drunken lark or that. I could write about an odd moment or two out of the myriad I encounter. I guess I could talk about all the movies I've seen lately.

In the...
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Yesterday, I created Grand Marnier floats, grilled some fine steaks and chorizo, bought an AirZooka, and hung out with people who were drunk before ten. In the morning.

Sad and in need of friends. My people are unavailable. At least I have whiskey.

Good movies, a pizza big enough to need its own zip code, luxury shopping, drinking whiskey neats, great friends, and a world-famous Suicide Girl being disappointed that her puke in the street wasn't Skittles colored: these things make a weekend worth having.

If I had any less ambition, I'd probably slip into a coma.

After I ate my organic peanut butter and cherry on fresh walnut bread sandwich and washed it down with a glass of non-fat organic milk, I curled up with a new sociology book and listened to chill out music. Quite the rock star, I.