A Decent Restaurant
Wednesday. It's about two minutes into Wednesday. For some reason the head and such started feeling pretty good in the early evening. Possibly the Jasmine tea Ms. V brought me when we had lunch? Be nice if it was, tea is something easily acquired. Probably not. Nothing alcoholic to drink yesterday, let's see how I feel when I get up much later this morning. I did have that ice cream and wine late the night before so you've got to be suspicious. Then again it could have been the ice cream. Wouldn't like to give up ice cream. Or the B.S., here in Oakland.
It's now six, the head still pretty good, particularly when compared to yesterday and the day before. We'll leave it at that. Well, hell. We won't leave it at that, we'll go on here forever if it sticks around, but for the now this is enough.
Later after breakfast and a nap. A good morning, a good sign. I futzed around with a Christmas card and printed a few on card stock thinking why hadn't I done this a lot better a lot sooner (pretending to be a photographer and all)? I've had ideas over the years of doing a more elaborate studio photograph with some thought to costumes (I was thinking of including a model or two), so why haven't I done it? Be curious to see if I'm up for doing something more along these lines next year. Be a good check point to see where my head is at.
What's this Christmas business? How bout your Buddhist, Jewish, Kwanzza, Agnostic, Atheist, Muslim, Wicca friends? Aren't they going to be offended you didn't say holidays instead?
I'm one of my Buddhist, Jewish, Kwanzza, Agnostic, Atheist, Muslim, Wicca friends and we don't give a shit. We put a black mark next to our name, but we don't hold grudges. You do owe us a dinner, though boy-o, at a decent restaurant.