Q: Why can't I write more often?
A: Because I am a boring sack of shit.
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So. Since the last time we talked, I have done nothing that is remotely interesting to anybody, especially myself. Unless you count finally running my speaker wires through the basement so that I could stop constantly tripping on them.
I haven't been reading, or watching movies recently, as I've simply been brain dead. The wifey tried to talk to me last night, and I quite honestly didn't even know it was happening.
It could be the heat, I suppose, but while it is unseasonably warm for this time of year, its not so hot that I should actually be suffering mental consequences.
It could be work, which has certainly been busy enough to wear out the old cranium.
Dunno what it is, but I need a nap, and I am hours and hours from the ability to take one. Unless of course, I pull a Costanza.
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Quick congratulations go out to the Goose and Danielle, who celebrated the arrival of their second baby the other day.
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I think the cure for your boringness requires you to come drink in Portland...
You know, that just might be the case. It has been a little while, I think Portland might miss me.
Yes! Come to Portland and bring the wifey! Are you guys going to join us for the Brewer's Fest? (11/3)
God I hope not. Don't you remember the last time we went... And vowed to never go again?
That said, convince the wifey, and yes, I'm sure we'll go.
You see, I missed the last one because I was at a Halloween party in Boston. This time we are going to the early "showing" so it should be much better. Come or I will kidnap your wife and the little dog too!
We went to the early showing last time. It was so fun that Z gave away his tickets and walked home.
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