04.29.04 :: 10:16 am

Mmmkay, I'm bad at poker. I think I lost fifteen bucks. Who knows because I am so hungover, I'm just beginning to get drunk again.

That made no sense. Exactly.

The Good Lay is keeping me highly entertained though, with dry and sarcastic emails regarding our little road trip this weekend. He's threatening me with a stop at Mystic Seaport and fannypacks.

I am holding off giving him a better name because as of right now, a Good Lay is what he is to me. That sounds mean, but hey, like the Police said: blah blah blah something something, "a fortress around your heart."

And now, coffee.

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