Not a bad evening so far. I’m home at 6:30 p.m. after an afternoon of bowling, which beats an afternoon of working.

On the way home, realized I had voicemail from the boyo out in Cali. And, now I see a comment down below. So, I guess in three days I haven’t been forgotten.

Now if only I could finish my Christmas shopping life would be grand. Fucking grand.

By the way, if anyone who reads this and knows who I am wants to go bowling, let me know. The thrill of candlepins far outweighs the awesome spectacle of shitty open mikes.