It's only 7:15 P.M. here and I've already started "celebrating": cheap rum and lowfat egg nog. I put that verb in quotes because all it means to me is that the worst of yet another Winter is still to come; I think there's a reason we mark this time with an anaesthetizing sedative like alcohol instead of "mind-*expanding*" drugs like LSD, i.e common sense. For later I got Michelob Porter (you can't beat it for $6.49 a sixpack) and for my midnight toast I got Andre Spumanti. (Usually I prefer Cold Duck but tonight I'm being a shade more conventional.) Tomorrow I'm going to take it very easy. D. -- "We're legally crippled, it's the death of Love." ................................................................ (C) 2009 'TheDavid(TM)' | All Rights Reserved World-Wide Always Other posts:
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