Been awhile since I knowcked back greater than 2 beer.  Tonight I did the whole after work beer thing.  When I get over two separate existensial crisis — the onw ehere I compartmentalize my life and drink no beer with co-workers and the other one where I compartmentalize my life and have no significant other, it was pretty cool.

I actually like some of the folks with whom I work.  How fucked up is that?

By the way, Jonbenet is dead, what of Natalie Holloway?  Seriously, her mother never even had cancer, so she must have loved her more.