Thumbing

Not quite 100% on the health scale, but slowly and surely moving up, despite the fact that I take horrible care of myself.

Still coughing up chunks of lung, and my ears keep clogging from time to time, but no, that will not stop me from my main and present mission, i.e. going to the bar, which I did last night despite not quite feeling it.

You see, pretty much every weekend some old friend or another has been back in town for various reasons, and the last few months have been pretty much one, big, long celebration. I'm entirely ok with this.

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I got my stimulus check in the mail today.

$

Canadian strip club, here I come. Its going to be a glorious night.

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Ok, so I'm not actually going to a Canadian strip club, but you get the point.

I am however going to see my friend's burlesque troop perform tonight, and that will be, ah, equally as stimulating.

I invited my alcoholic dream girl to attend with me, which makes me feel a little bit like Dustin Hoffman from the Graduate, taking a possible "date" to watch women undressing on stage... What can I say, I'm a romantic at heart.

And again, I say "date" because I'm not sure if its actually a "date." Still haven't had that definition cleared up for me. Nor am I clear if she's actually interested in me in that way, despite her telling me drunkenly that she likes me, and that she's still in love with her ex with whom she's still involved with sexually.

I know how to pick them.

She did however mention he's out of town this weekend, which I'm not sure if that was just something that came up in conversation, or was a hopeful hint. Probably the former.

I'm not investing too much in this. Still, she can match me drink for drink, so it should be a fun night regardless of if it ends in sexy time or not. If she even goes with me.

Oh, another point in her favor, she mentioned she has to watch the new episode of Battlestar Galactica tonight, so might be late if she does go. Awesome! Lucky for me, my internet savvy ways enabled me to find the episode already online a few days ago, so I'm ahead of the game.

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I was woken up to an odd text message this morning. I worry about your capacity to care for a dog, but more power to you. Still not sure as to why you felt the need to tell me this.

And other text messages from a friend of mine, recently moved away. I could possibly be organizing a trip to Denver sometime in the near future. Though I have tentative plans for a Chicago visit, and possibly another run to Austin. Though my plan making capabilities are somewhat diminished as of late. Well, pretty much all the time. I'm a horrible planner.

But I do have six hundred bucks to burn, so hell yeah. I could use a vacation.