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Last night holierthancow and I went out to Elmyr to do some drinking, but they had closed to have their employee Christmas party. Greatly disappointed, we decided to have some slices and a pitcher at Little Five Pizza, which was pretty good. Then we went to Criminal Records where I picked up a present for Wyspurr.

Still craving beer, we went into the Vortex, but there was nowhere to sit so we wandered across the street to the Brewhouse Cafe. I'd never been there before so I figured what the hell, why not? The waitress was beautiful and the service was great, but ultimately it ended up costing us way too much for a couple of pitchers of beer. Note to self: never order without asking how much something is again.

I went home really fired up to do some writing, but when I got there Wyspurr was going to bed so I went to bed with her. I'd meant to get up after she went to sleep, but sex plus booze equalled me being more tired than I realized so after a little post-coitus cuddling conversation we dozed off together.

I had some pretty sweet dreams. The kind that when you wake up from them you get depressed about the reality of things. Except I'm not really all that depressed. Just full of bittersweet longing.



This is me and my dead best friend, Daniel. It was taken just before his trip to Canada. I asked Wyspurr to take a picture of us together in case he died on the trip. Fortunately, he survived the trip...but he died a few months ago at the ripe old age of 24.

Cherish your friends and never take them for granted. You never know when they'll be dead too.