Well, another week come and gone, with not enough sleep, too much not fun work, not enough housework, bartending, laundry, take out food and free cigarettes...

Still chatting, still loving it. Trying to write...lots of ideas, lots of notes, getting it into the computer is a whole different thing...

___ is apparently sick. I'll call him tomorrow for brunch anyway...We'll have to use the big room. See the musings of __ for the answer to that one...

Big, dumb ___ went on a drunken rampage tonight and quit in a huff. Gee, I'm so sad, see, look, look how sad I am :)

___ says he's going to Arizona and never coming back...do ya blame him? I thought he and ___ might have been having issues, but it's just ___ having to get out of this one studio town and find a city that fits him better. Of course, ___ will go with him. They've been trying to move for just about forever, now, so it's no surprise. Besides, we have the internet, which means I can talk and smoke, all at the same time.

Think I'll call ___ tomorrow. I want to hear his voice.

I'm sure I had more things to say, but the fact of the matter  is, I should be writing or sleeping, and this is neither, so I'm off to that cabin in the woods where ___ just had his dick squeezed into new and interesting shapes... See ya at brunch, in the chatroom, or at the bar!

JUST A NOTE: BETWEEN THE BASTARDLY SHIT THAT IS MY COMPUTER, AND THE SPECIAL KIND OF STUPID THAT IS ME, I JUST LOST MY LAST CHAPTER, AND I AM PISSED!