Walking
home tonight, i stopped in at the
toystore and
played with the
puppets with a couple of girls. Why is it that kids
come in pairs: the one that
desperately wants all of your
attention, and the one you
want to give it to? Eventually i escaped, without
hurting anyone's feelings.
I stopped at the
neighborhood packy and picked up a couple of bottles of wine. Except when i got to the counter, my
wallet was
empty.
Embarassed, i took off for the
ATM. When i got back, the friendly (
Indian?) guy told lies about me to the
homeless woman in line behind me (yeah, she goes to
Smith). I noticed tonight that he is
one of those people that calls everyone
boss.
On the way home, i saw
Andy; he'd been looking for me. Seems he'd moved out of the
house and was working with
mental patients now. He told me all about painting, because he REALLY wants to get together with me to work on it.
As of now, i am angry with my "boyfriend" and i've drunk one of the bottles of wine. (These could be related,
i don't know.) He's passed out with old
Warner Brothers cartoons blasting. Was it Emmylou Harris who said
It's all right, 'cause it's midnight, and i've got two more bottles of wine?
thus ends my first drunken node.