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thepnutgalleryReally, really, really did not want to go to work. But the reason I didn't want to go to work is because I wanted to crawl into a bottle instead, and that can be done any time. Briefly considered trying to put on a happy face for my co-workers, but just as quickly decided against it. I spent most of the day composing an email to Tim, but vacillated on whether or not to send it. It's usually good to edit, re-edit, think, sit, simmer, wait, revisit, revise, consider, etc. these things, so the vacillation was not a big problem.
I decided to go to the gym, even if I wasn't going to be there for my workout. A vaguely ethnic looking youth flagged me down in the drive way. In broken English, he asked how to get to the bus station. He had a piece of paper with him with an address on it. I looked up how to get to the address and tried to indicate the direction he should walk. He didn't speak English well enough to understand the directions, so I drove him and his friend to the station. Except he didn't speak English well enough to get on the bus, either, so I offered to drive them to the place in City Heights they were trying to get to.
According to the gents, they are refugees from Afghanistan. I'm not really sure how they got here (and by here I mean this rain, the 'States, San Diego, and the middle of Mission Valley), but I got them there. Mapquest was no help. It initially wanted me to go North, loop around, then go South again, then it told me to turn from one street onto a parallel street, forgetting that there is no way to do that.
Erin asked if I was ok when I got back - yes, I'm fine thank you. Worked the rest of the day through. As I was walking out the door, I heard Jen exclaim with delight over the tabs on my desk; "To Be Filed.....To Be Scanned.....To Be Real" but was really not in any mood to discuss them.
Back at home, I talked with Eric Jannke, the gent who fell in love with me over (P)leather Pride Weekend. I sent the email. Big Eric texted that he wanted to go out to Flick's & Rich's, and that sounded like a better plan than drinking to pass out on my own.
Steve Carlisle also wanted to go, but I couldn't get Big Eric and Kenric out the door before he had left. I saw Jonathan Seaman there - he was excited to see me, and asked me to text him. OK. I hugged him for a half a second too long. We were both drunk.
I saw Richard Britton at Rich's, and I even vaguely remember seeing the gogo show. I had a talk with Big Eric outside at some point about boys and loyalty, but I don't remember it very well. I had to go home for a minute, and came back only to decide to leave again. It was only 1am, but I was drunk and tired and had work in the morning.
I decided to go to the gym, even if I wasn't going to be there for my workout. A vaguely ethnic looking youth flagged me down in the drive way. In broken English, he asked how to get to the bus station. He had a piece of paper with him with an address on it. I looked up how to get to the address and tried to indicate the direction he should walk. He didn't speak English well enough to understand the directions, so I drove him and his friend to the station. Except he didn't speak English well enough to get on the bus, either, so I offered to drive them to the place in City Heights they were trying to get to.
According to the gents, they are refugees from Afghanistan. I'm not really sure how they got here (and by here I mean this rain, the 'States, San Diego, and the middle of Mission Valley), but I got them there. Mapquest was no help. It initially wanted me to go North, loop around, then go South again, then it told me to turn from one street onto a parallel street, forgetting that there is no way to do that.
Erin asked if I was ok when I got back - yes, I'm fine thank you. Worked the rest of the day through. As I was walking out the door, I heard Jen exclaim with delight over the tabs on my desk; "To Be Filed.....To Be Scanned.....To Be Real" but was really not in any mood to discuss them.
Back at home, I talked with Eric Jannke, the gent who fell in love with me over (P)leather Pride Weekend. I sent the email. Big Eric texted that he wanted to go out to Flick's & Rich's, and that sounded like a better plan than drinking to pass out on my own.
Steve Carlisle also wanted to go, but I couldn't get Big Eric and Kenric out the door before he had left. I saw Jonathan Seaman there - he was excited to see me, and asked me to text him. OK. I hugged him for a half a second too long. We were both drunk.
I saw Richard Britton at Rich's, and I even vaguely remember seeing the gogo show. I had a talk with Big Eric outside at some point about boys and loyalty, but I don't remember it very well. I had to go home for a minute, and came back only to decide to leave again. It was only 1am, but I was drunk and tired and had work in the morning.
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