Last night we went to Beckett's about 7:30 and had a slice of pizza. And a beer. For some reason, we were already tanky. Hmmmm. A friend of ours came in, having just got off the phone with a woman who, three weeks ago, he had determined was the next big thing in his life. Now, it's over. So he has taken up smoking again, after quitting right after New Year's. This man admits freely he wants a wife. He is a Republican.
Plus I talked to that guy who is always reading a paperback in the dim light of the bar and drinking gin and tonics and smoking. He was very friendly and talked about his 58-year-old mom who cannot change a light bulb. Something about being oppressed by men for her whole life and thereby, not being allowed to learn how to do simple home maintenance.
I am putting off doing my taxes AND applying for that job. Procrastination. Or well-deserved relaxation. You decide.
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