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Okay, drunken rant is now removed. Turns out that being drunk also means I'm too stupid to look on the floor for my keys because I found them about two seconds after I woke up. Which is good because keys are difficult to replace, or something.
I seem to have flown into a drunken rage over the keys; talk about self loathing, I beat the shit out of my Rubbermaid laundry basket, but being made of spring plastic you couldn't tell that anything happened. Except for looking at my knuckles which are shredded and black with blood. The basket has a weave pattern to it and those edges cut, apparently.
I guess I also bit my blanket, possibly to suppress a frustrated scream over having to replace six keys, two of which I don't have a master for, and one of which requires a duplication letter from a guy in Vancouver. Yeah, coulda been fun.
The going away party was excellent, I scored a vintage Underwood typewriter from my friend's dad and the thing weighs somewhere between 20 and 30 pounds, I gotta start a fund to get it repaired and in writing condition. Which isn't to say I don't love my Olivetti, cos that thing is an awesome typewriter. But can one really have too many typewriters? Or am I just a writing geek now?
I'm totally relieved at finding my keys, it almost lifts my hangover completely. Almost....
Time to get me a cornetto.
Drinking List
Okay, drunken rant is now removed. Turns out that being drunk also means I'm too stupid to look on the floor for my keys because I found them about two seconds after I woke up. Which is good because keys are difficult to replace, or something.
I seem to have flown into a drunken rage over the keys; talk about self loathing, I beat the shit out of my Rubbermaid laundry basket, but being made of spring plastic you couldn't tell that anything happened. Except for looking at my knuckles which are shredded and black with blood. The basket has a weave pattern to it and those edges cut, apparently.
I guess I also bit my blanket, possibly to suppress a frustrated scream over having to replace six keys, two of which I don't have a master for, and one of which requires a duplication letter from a guy in Vancouver. Yeah, coulda been fun.
The going away party was excellent, I scored a vintage Underwood typewriter from my friend's dad and the thing weighs somewhere between 20 and 30 pounds, I gotta start a fund to get it repaired and in writing condition. Which isn't to say I don't love my Olivetti, cos that thing is an awesome typewriter. But can one really have too many typewriters? Or am I just a writing geek now?
I'm totally relieved at finding my keys, it almost lifts my hangover completely. Almost....
Time to get me a cornetto.
Drinking List
- * 2 Bottles Kokanee (semi-local Western Canadian beer)
* 2 Pints 8% home brew
* 2oz Crown Royal and Coke
* 2oz Crown Royal and Gingerale
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shayne:
I guess it's the "i'm tasting the soup" face I'm making that makes you think of "cooking" when you look at that picture with the thumb in the mouth...